Being a previous owner of a mini-pin, I use to dread leaving him at a kennel when going outta town, especially the Black vet I had to used, that handled mostly pitbulls (it figures), and a german shepard here and there...and I had to travel miles to get there. It was either that, or go to some White racist vet. I know the sister who worked at the desk would be devastated to hear that my dog passed, because he had such a loving and funny personality. Then again, she's probably used to it, which is why I could never be a vet. But I do believe he would have had a more peaceful transition if I kept them as my vet...not that the White vets didn't love him too, who loved him more in a way, and less in away. That's a story for another discussion.
Anyway, if you don't take time to really seek out the right vet, something I never really did, even though I'd been to about 5, then it's a lose lose situation. I ran into a brother down here a while back, when my dog was three (I believe his was ten), whose dog was the same breed and color as mine, which was rare. He told me it took him about 9 different vets to find the right one. Why he didn't just tell me this area had a race problem, I don't know. Then again, I found out later it had a little Black on Black problem too, that kept getting worst til this day.
At any rate, I had to get use to picking up my dog when going thru the front door of that Black vet, because sometimes my dog would come nose to nose with a pitbull as soon as we walked in, and he didn't always know all dogs didn't want to play with him, including big dangerous dogs like pitbulls. I also had to get used to picking him up while taking him for walks, when we approached any large dog. At one time, I used to be brave enough to let him walk by a pitbull, while on walks, but I stopped that. Then again, I only did that once, and the young brother who owned him had a look on his face like he didn't know what his pitbull was gonna do. That's when I really started picking him up when approaching large dogs. It got to the point I would pick him up when approaching any dog, including puddles, after one or two attacked him. The bad part was, he could have handled those poddles if I trained him to be a little more tougher. I remember when the first poddle attacked him, he completed laid on his back, and the little Hispanic girl who owned him, looked like she was proud that her poddle chumped my dog, even though her dog started it. I never forgot that. I don't think a little Black girl would have responded that way, if her poddle ran across the street, and attacked another small dog who didn't fight back, because he was too friendly, although my dog was built like a little greyhound. Her poddle had come from behind him, and shocked him. Her reaction sorta of reminded me of when these kinda racist White people use to live behind me...my backyard is separated from their backyard by my back fence. I once heard their little White daughter tell her big mutt to eat my dog. I never heard anything like that coming from a little girl. My mini-pin had the face of a puppy, and the sad eyes of a seal, and nearly everybody liked him at first site, and kids would constantly ask me what kind of dog he was, and if they could pet him...smh. That little White girl like him too at first, but probably stopped when she found out I was Black. and found out how her parents felt about our people.
Btw, my dog got attacked by another poodle while walking him in a different neighborhood. This owner was a sister who had this awesome figure, and a nice personality. Sometimes she'd be with her dog, and sometimes she'd be without him. She messed me up after she told me she was married, after chatting with her a few times. Anyway, her poddle attacked my dog twice. When he attacked my dog the second time, he didn't back down this time. After we got our dogs separated, I saw her walking away carrying her poddle, and he was crying. And she gave me this mean look, as though I didn't separate my dog from her poddle fast enough. I felt bad hearing her dog crying, plus didn't want our dogs to fight, knowing my dog could probably hurt hers. Until she gave me a mean look, I thought she had spanked her dog for fighting. I'm still not sure if my dog injured her dog. or not. Perhaps she felt I should have picked my dog up, something I should have done if I didn't, instead of separating them just by pulling him back. Maybe I was subconsciously using this moment to train my dog to fight back a little, after being attack by these dogs so many times, and I thought just pulling him back was enough, but didn't pull him back quick enough...I don't know. I may have let that reaction from that little Hispanic girl up the street, and the words of the little White girl who use to live behind me, and the fact that this was the second time this sister's poddle attacked my dog, get to me, when I should have picked my dog up instantly, like she picked her dog up, although I'm not sure fast she really picked her dog up. I'm not even sure who's dog started it this time, but it was probably hers again, and my dog was ready for him. Maybe that's what she was mad about too, with my dog surprising her, and she didn't pick her dog up fast enough. And because she had a nice body, she thought she was more in the right. Anyway, I never saw her or her dog again. I'm really sorry that happened, and I take full responsibility if I didn't lift my dog up in time. It seems like a lot of girls with her nice personality either left the ATL, or got a little more ratchet, or both.
Speaking of small dogs and dog attacks, when I told that Black vet that I was worried about my small dog be around all those pitbulls, he told me most of the dog bites came from other small dogs there. Although that may be true, it never made me feel safer leaving him there with those pitbulls. If anything, it should've told me that he was letting small dogs play with big dogs, probably including pitbulls.
It just dawned on me that my dog passed three years ago yesterday. And I still sometimes outta nowhere dream he just got loose, and I be hoping he's not heading towards a big dog, or a dangerous animal somewhere, or I be hoping there's no car coming. Then I wake up realizing he's no longer here. Or he would make it back to me in that dream, then I'd wake up realizing he's no longer here. Even though I don't have those kinda dreams about him too often anymore, I wasn't expecting to have any of those kind of dreams after he passed, especially so long afterwards. Since it's been three years, it may be time for another pet. But this time, I want to be much more prepared, as far as having my favorite vet, affording to take care of his vet bills, and the right neighborhood and area, if that exist.
I really don't get it. They probably feel a certain way because most stop and play with their dog and I'm just on some 
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