My boyfriend and I just bought a house, we had always lived in an apartment and already have two cats. We finally had the space for a dog. We've got a huge yard, and very close to parks. We don't want a fucking puppy, we wanted a dog. Short story, we find an American Staffordshire Terrier (a.k.a Pitbull) at the SPCA. My boyfriend fills out the application and advises that we have two cats and they don't say anything to him about the dog not being allowed to go to a home with cats. The website also said nothing about him not being able to go to a home with cats (which conviently now says so). We got a message on Monday, that had been left on Friday, and we also spoke with someone at the SPCA today that we cannot get him. This is the best part, they say that his "breed" is not known to be that gentle and that in his stress test he shook his "fuzzy toy" allot and they are worried for our cats. Fuck you SPCA. First of all I know my cats, their not about to jump into his mouth. Second of all, I hung out with the dog all weekend and he isn't exactly "Jack the Ripper". They even had my boyfriend fill out some additional info on the application when we were in and put the dog on hold for us. They had decided on Friday, yet still let us take him out on the weekend and let us believe we had a chance. That is the biggest fucking load of crap I have ever heard. According to your Friday message, which I got Monday after work, you had already decided that he is an insane cat eating dog yet your fucking staff let us visit him Saturday and Sunday, and now we're crazy about the guy and can't have him and your stuck with a dog that doesn't have a home. Fuck you. I will never put myself through this again.

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