It’s not just dog rescues! Before I share my guinea pig story, I will point out that I think there are many excellent rescues with reasonable, smart rules. We have adopted most of our dogs through good ones. Most of them see and hear horrible things about animal abuse and neglect, and I think that makes rescue people a little crazy. But I absolutely agree that there are way too many with ridiculous policies that don’t seem effective in what should be the priority: finding and securing good matches for pets and people.
The other thing that I find problematic is the effort by some rescues put into raising money for horribly-injured or ill animals, where costs can go into the tens of thousands for emergency care that might not work. Just regular vet care for otherwise healthy or mildly-ill animals is expensive, but raising thousands of dollars for an animal that is suffering and may not survive, or that has a terminal disease but the surgery or chemo or whatever will give it a few more months…I just don’t get that. Give those poor hearts a kind, soft death and use the resources to help more animals. We have spent a lot of money on our own pets (I mean, I’m a horse owner), but that is different. Our mission isn’t rescue! A rescue that focuses massive resources, over and over again, on emergency cases seems like one that cares more about being the saviors than the general welfare of animals.
I have always had guinea pigs and I give mine a really, really good life. We have a big compound that is lined with fleece bedding and full of pigloos and places to lay and mutter to oneself while chewing air or glaring at one’s companions. They get high-quality hay and veg every day, I keep their nails and coat in good health, and in general my pigs live very long, healthy lives.
Anyway, I applied to adopt a bonded pair several years ago from a large local pig rescue and spent weeks going back and forth over email with the rescue after I submitted my application, which included pictures of our pig compound and detailed histories of the pigs I’ve had before then. They kept sending me a single question about some aspect of the care I would provide. I would answer, and then another question would come back. When I was asked if I would agree to syringing vitamin C into the pigs every day I gave up. No, I’m not going to do that to a healthy pig who is getting a pile of fresh veg every day, along with his Oxbow pellets! I went on craigslist and ended up with two young pigs who needed a new home and that was that. I am one of the best-case scenarios for a gp rescue as an adopter, but they drove me away with stupid, time-wasting nonsense and their two pigs I would have given a good home to remained in rescue. Oh well! There are, unfortunately, too many who need homes, so I just went a different route that was less irritating.