the difference between rescuers and the average joe public is...rescuers do not have the luxury to choose the way we live.
I don't mean in terms of choosing to rescue or not...we made that choice for sure. I mean in terms of daily life.
average joe public can choose to get rid of the spraying cat, they can choose not to turn their lives and house upside down to accomondate their chronically anxious cat. if there isn't a cure or a permanent solution, then obviously everyone knows...the cat just has to go. the same is true for biting dogs, average joe public can ditch biting dogs...everyone agrees that no one should live with a dog that bites. it doesn't really matter why the dog bites or what steps could be taken to ensure the dog doesn't get his teeth on someone..bottom line, if the dog bites, the dog has to go.
where I start to get my knickers in a knot is when rescue behaves like joe public. when spraying cats and biting dogs can be managed and we choose not to do it. there are dogs out there that can cause serious harm and if they are a serious danger, don't dick around, tell them you are sorry and put them down. but I have a real issue with a six pound biter like crazy horse here. yes she is going to bite anyone she hasn't bonded with, but she is not going to bite those that she has.
there is a big difference between a dog that will rip out your throat and a dog that will mash your finger. and when rescue decides they are going to do rescue, they need to understand the difference.
you absolutely cannot, should not do rescue if you absolutely refuse to get stuck forever with the problem childs. this is not bring them in, shove them out and wash your hands until the next one comes. if you end up with a roxy or a conan the barbarian cat that most likely no one in their right mind will ever want to adopt...then sorry, if they are manageable...you are stuck with them.
you will do what I do...remove all carpets and upholstered furniture from some area your home where is it easy to clean up after spraying cats. you will confine the little ankle biter in a safe place of their own whenever anyone is around who might end up with teeth in their finger or toes.
rescue cannot have two sets of standards..one that they insist joe public live by (like deal with that spraying cat or ankle biter dumbo) and one that they live by themselves(like oops, shouldn't have taken you in so outcha go problem child.)
when rescue fills up with rescued problems that have no where else to go...then you have to stop taking in new ones if you haven't anymore room for the permanently broken and unadoptable ones that might show up tomorrow.
is this fair? of course its not...someone who might get a good home is screwed to the wall. but you can't screw the ones you already rescued. when you took them, you made a promise to them all. promises are like chains, they can bind you in ways that aren't all that much fun. so that soon one spraying cat becomes 10 spraying cats..one biting dog becomes 6 biting dogs. one old wrecked thing that no one wants is suddenly 90 old and unwanted things all living at your house.
the trick to this is knowing how many you can afford in terms of time and space, in resources and with enough care and brains to humanely sustain and then doing the hard thing...saying no.
there is no reason at all for that crazy horse roxy to be here. she was already rescued. her rescue found her 1000 miles away in the states and had her brought here TO RESCUE. so why is she here BEING MANAGED with me and not being managed WITH THEM?
one simple reason only....they didn't like who they got.
well I would have liked a nicer, less complicated little dog too. but I said I would take her, and now that I got her, I will do what needs to be done...including keeping her for the rest of her life if no one ever wants this 6 pound, one eyed, biting dog.
roxy has been actually, finally been rescued. she will be safe and loved with me.
and make no mistake..this is the part that really sucks about rescue...you get what you get and then you deal with it. and that might mean forever and ever....shit!