This may be a bit of a rant, if it turns out to be so, I apologize.
I firmly believe in adopting animals. I think there are so many animals out there in need of a home, I can't see creating more just to be able to make a quick buck. I also believe in buying from reputable breeders. A reputable breeder breeds to animals to better the breed. To come as close to the breed standard as possible. That's the point of being a breeder. Many breeders show their animals. People who take any two animals and throw them together just so they can have babies to sell, is what drives me crazy. There is no thought process behind the two animals. Other than maybe "oh that would be cute!" Normally there are no health checks performed on either parent. In the end, they think they can sell these animals for big money. Some people take two purebred dogs of different breeds, put them together, give the offspring some kind of smooshed up name and call it a designer breed and charge even more for them. Drives me crazy. And I can't believe people actually dish out the money to buy these animals! If they can't sell the first litter, I guarantee they won't be having more litters!
Moving on. My parents have always had a dog. My grandparents gave my mother a Pomeranian right before I was born. They paid $40 for her. When Puppy was 8, we went to the local pet store where they had these beautiful Lab Husky mix puppies. We paid $50 for Misty. Best. Dog. Ever. When Misty was 11, my friend's dog had pups. She gave us Sammi. Things don't seem to happen like that anymore. Everyone is out to make a quick buck.
I've never paid for a cat. They're were always plenty of them around. No one fixed their cats and they all roamed free. Cats everywhere.
On to my babies. The cat I have now was found in a ditch by a wonderful family. They took her to the local SPCA where she was needled, fixed, and microchipped. We each drove an hour so I could have her, and I'm grateful to them. I've called her Sara.
I adopted my dog, as well. I got her from Dan at Paws Across Borders. She's from Georgia. She was two years old when we got her 5 years ago. Her name is Isis. This is the picture they saw when they were picking out dogs to rescue.
Looking at this picture makes me tear up. How can anyone do this to a dog? She's an American Staffordshire Terrier. Or a pit bull. Whatever. She's my life. I'm so glad I have her. I'm so glad Dan rescued her. And having a dog that was already house trained, crate trained, leash trained, and fixed is a BIG plus.