Even though Plex seemed to be an excellent dog to me, he didn’t get the same reception from potential adopters. While at the shelter, adopters only saw his crazy kennel-behavior that portrayed him as threatening. In foster, no one was enticed by the middle-aged pitbull-type dog they saw online. His breed, age, neurological condition, heartworm status, and inability to be around other dogs made the task of locating a potential adopter for him seem almost impossible.
While it is very easy to see it as a great tragedy that Plex’s time with us is limited, I know the greater tragedy would have been if Plex was in any other city and never made it to an organization like APA!. On paper and in the shelter, Plex may have seemed like an absolutely “unadoptable” dog; but in a real home, he has proven that he’s “a life worth saving” - no matter how short that life may be. I never before thought of myself as a “dog person”, and for the most part, I still don’t. I don’t love dogs; I love Plex, and I always will. He’s perfect, not for everyone, but for me, and that’s the no-kill mission: finding the right placement for every animal, no matter how unique it may be. I could not be more elated to finally make Plex’s place in my family official and to be able to continue this wonderful adventure together.
