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Location: UK
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Are all Rescue centre's like this?
Hi All,
Now I would love to own a dog right now, but I put my sensible hat on and know now is not the right time.
My husband is wanting a dramatic career change, he's had enough of working 9-5 in an office and would love to work outdoors especially with animals
. He's currently has the luxurey of taking time out from work to assess his options. Now he'd really love a job working with dogs but has no experience, unless you count having friends and family who have dogs and have let you walk them. So he has set about getting some hands on experience which led to our visit at a rescue centre
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Last Saturday we visited a large dog rehome/rescue centre and I just wondered if they're all like this? We went on the email invitation to 'just turn up and someone will show you round and tell you how you can help'. So we did. Now neither of us had ever visited a rescue centre before, all our knowledge and expectations had been from TV. Well it's a large concrete block which, quite frankly resembles a prison, and your opinion is not swayed on entering. There is a large sweeping reception desk with no less than 8 people stood behind, chatting, jangling keys and paying little attention to your arrival. Finally someone looks down from behind the reception and addresses you, followed by the other 7 pairs of eyes analsing your every move! My husband explained the reason for our visit (I spoke to Mr X about doing some
volunteer work here and he said the best thing to do was pop down and whoever was here would sort me out) which was met with exchanging looks of bewilderment
between the 8 before finally someone else broke the awkwardness with "would you like to have a look around?" reply "yes" reply "well just follow the corridor round and all the dogs are through there". So off we trott down said coridor and through big solid door. The next few things to hit you all at once are the smell, the noise and the continuation of cell block H. The smell is the worst. The smell is an overpowering mix of dog poo, dog food, urine, and something else which cries to all your natural instincts to get out now, get out, flee! The sounds are almost deafening barks from all size of dogs which are sporadically broken by silence or a staff member shouting at the dogs to be quite plus the additional sound of excited children. The walls of the atrium are gloss painted concrete blocks or bricks of the colour white predominantly but also red and green. The floor is red gloss painted concrete. The ceiling allows in natural light via a meshed skylight and there is further artificial lights. The dogs are housed in several wings, each in its own kennel. There are about 10 kennels per wing. The walls and floors of the kennels are a continuation of the main atrium themes. There are metal mesh doors to view the dogs through. Each dog has its own bed and waterbowl and as we arrived at feeding time most had foodbowls of food. Few toys were visable, most appeared to have none. They had continuous access to an individual outdoor space not clearly viewable to the public. The outdoor space was roughly twice the size of the indoor space which was about 4"X6". With one exception no information is about the individual dogs housed is provided at the kennel space and the staff, busy
with their feeding routine couldn't shed any insight. Instead each kennel is numbered and many have signs on the kennel doors warning staff not to enter. We view each of the dogs in all open wings and feel the emotional drain if you look into their eyes
.
So back to the sweeping reception desk with still 8 people behind (though some are new faces to us) and we approach the same staff we spoke to earlier. We ask if it would be possible to walk one of the dogs, which to our surprise is greeted with a yes and they proceed to read the reports they have on her which don't tie-up with our own brief assessment but never-the-less we continue. That is until we reply that we live in a 2nd floor flat. This is met by a sigh, and "you can't have any dogs from here, we don't rehome unless you have continual access to a garden, a ground-floor flat would be okay." and that's it, they didn't want to know us, as good as turned his back on us. Stuburn thing that I am asks if we could take the dog for a walk anyway, which is met with a testy response stating that it would only upset the dog and goodbye
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Now I know I paint a less-than-glowing picture but I'm sure they're not all like this, but we found it such a distressing experience is put us off approaching others. For the simple fact that if they are like this I'd rather not know.
What have your own experiences with rescue/rehoming centres been?
Is ours unusual?
Do you work in a rescue/rehoming centre and are there set pathways for volunteers?