Again I noticed that the dogs took no notice of the sound. When I approached the cage she came up to me mewing. She also had little tufts at the ends of her ears, like a bobcat, only not as pronounced. She was a grey short haired tabby with black striped markings her eyes, pools of green surrounded by yellow. I had just walked down this corridor of dogs and none of them seemed to mind what was behind cage number 7. I would imagine it was because the sight of a cat would make most dogs go nuts. The cats were usually kept in another area of the shelter all together. I got to the last cage and was surprised to see a cat in the corner. Tears sprung in my eyes but I continued on, trying to be judgmental about the task at hand. To see all these wonderful animals looking up at me with hope in their eyes, hoping that I would be coming to take them for a walk or better yet to a home full of love. They let me into a long corridor of cages, and it was one of the most heart wrenching moments of my life. I asked if I could have a look at the cages for any of the other dogs that might fit what I was looking for. Turns out Beagles are not one of the breeds that have a hard time assimilating into families. When I said I wanted a Beagle and why I wanted it they told me that there were none at the moment and they could put my name on a list if one came in, but the outlook was not hopeful. I went into the shelter and talked to the staff. So the intention as I have said before, was to look for a Beagle, or some kind of similar breed. Why not? Men and women live together, are we not in a sense different in everyway? Men are from mars and Women are from Venus so I have been told. The truth is, I like both cats and dogs and I think that there can be harmony with both if they are brought up together, or introduced gradually. By that I mean one of those people who have an aversion to cats. I am not what you would call a “dog” person, at least not one you would call in the “traditional” sense. Something I wanted to put off as long as possible. I had also found out that large dogs live shorter lives then their smaller cousins. No it was the thought of having to pick up the sub sized steaming deposits left by such an animal. It wasn't even the thought that with my 5'2'' frame a Great Dane would come up to my waist and I would feel like a dwarf next to it. It wasn't the fact that I could see myself literally getting dragged along the pavement every time a cat or another dog would go by it was not the thought of it chasing the occasional bike that went by. Originally I wanted to get a Great Dane, but thought better of it. So this meant a breed too big to fit into a purse, (Thank god!) and not too big to fit in a compact car. I wanted a dog that would protect me, but didn't bark and act like it was going to take a chunk of flesh of those who passed us by. I am a long distance runner and wanted some company on the long night runs. I had done the research and thought the breed would be a good fit for my lifestyle. When I went to the SPCA, I had the intention of looking for a Beagle.
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