03/31/2026
Look at this sweet boy. I went back and forth on whether to say anything, because I genuinely appreciate what Pasado's Safe Haven does for animal welfare in our community. But what’s happening to Arthur isn’t welfare; it’s ideology, and we’re not going to stay quiet about it, because it’s fu***ng wrong.
Here’s the reality:
Arthur has been at Pasado's for almost two-and-a-half years, with whatever limited outings a kennel-based facility can provide. Not a home. Not a family. Just staff and volunteers.
He was taken in as a puppy. He’s now a 100 lb shepherd mix who needs structure and leadership, but instead, he's been living in a kennel on max doses of multiple psychotropic drugs after several failed, very short adoptions along with multiple Level 1 and 2 (read: not serious) bites.
Several months ago, we were asked to take him on:
"Arthur has been deemed not adoptable at our facility due to his behavioral issues that are not able to be fixed here. As a GFAS accredited facility, only positive training methods are able to be used, and with the lack of onsite behavioral staff, Arthur has not gotten the exposure and life experience needed to learn appropriate behavior. We believe that Dog Gone Seattle may be the only hope for this dog’s recovery and long-term placement and we’re hopeful you would consider assisting with this transfer."
And so -- as we do -- we showed up. We met him, and we fell in love. Not surprisingly, he was just a dog who needed more information about how to operate in the world. We agreed to take him on, and put in the time and energy to secure a foster. And then, suddenly, Pasado's said "JK never mind."
To give you a clear picture of the evaluation:
Arthur came in intense. Specifically, he jumped and snapped in my face. I disagreed with his behavior with a slip lead correction (preventing any contact) and we carried on with introductions.
When you're getting to know a dog, time sometimes slow down. We walked, moved together, back and forth. I talked. Not so much touching but filling the space with my presence, too. I am here, and I am here for you. I am here with you.
We went inside. Reportedly he had to be sedated for weight checks since he refused to go on a scale. Literally sedating a dog rather than "forcing" him onto a scale. I cannot. So, I put him on the treadmill (just led him onto it, didn't turn it on) to demonstrate how to navigate weight checks using leash pressure. The same way we would get a resistant dog into the crate. The first time was slightly tough for him but the second time was easier and the third time was cake.
The shift in him over that time with us was real. The volunteer who advocated for him was floored to see him settle, engage, and connect. She saw what we saw: a dog who is absolutely capable of more.
We left that evaluation committed. We didn't have a foster in mind for Arthur, but we were going to figure it out. So we spent hours coordinating, reaching out, and communicating to secure an appropriate foster who could give him a real shot at a different life.
And then, just after we lined up a foster, an email. Not even from Pasado's leadership. Just from the gold-hearted volunteer who had advocated for him in the first place: I'm so sorry for wasting your time, I don't know what the issue is all of the sudden but the Director will no longer approve transfer to Dog Gone Seattle.
No clear explanation. But the transfer was shut down. And reading between the lines, it was obvious: they were not willing to transfer him to a rescue that uses balanced training methods.
Whether that was new information or not, I don’t know. A simple Google search would have made that clear and saved everyone a huge waste of time and emotional energy. We don’t have time to waste. There are countless other Arthurs out there right now who need help, and time is our most limited resource.
But if it wasn't, then why ask us to care? … and then pull the rug?
Because I care a lot. And a month later, I’m still thinking about Arthur. Still living in a kennel at Pasados "safe" haven. Still not living a real life. And probably back on all of the drugs that we asked he be weaned off of, so we could actually evaluate him.
And when I say all the drugs, I mean heavily medicated.
We're talking literally, every day:
40 mg Prozac
0.3mg Clonidine
800-1,000 mg Gabapentin
(Yes, Gabapentin -- a neurological pain reliever that essentially "turns down the volume on the nervous system" and is increasingly used off-label as a catch all for behavior problems.)
So, a full cocktail of psychotropic meds for a physically healthy young dog who, in reality, is soft and responsive; and just needs some subtle no's.
I have receipts: Evaluation videos... and shelter notes: "Behavior is regressing: more growling on walks." The response? Increase medication.
Literally just 2+ years of adding meds and increasing doses.
Plus whatever "training" from their "pure positive" (GFAS accredited) behavior team.
This is a large guardian mix breed dog who never got the structure or training he needed. He was placed in homes that weren’t equipped, set up to fail, and returned... over and over again.
And now, just when he had a glimmer of hope, it's gone... due to twisted nonsensical and seriously dangerous ideology.
So Arthur stays where he is. In a kennel. On drugs. With occasional outings. On drugs. And that’s supposed to be “welfare."
This isn’t the first Arthur and it won’t be the last. Sometimes I keep it to myself. Tonight is not that night.
Their rally is: "Death before discomfort! Drugs before discomfort!"
A slip lead (or insert aversive tool here) may be uncomfortable, momentarily. But living your life in a kennel on enough drugs for a small pony. That's fine. Being not adoptable and euthanized. That's fine, too.
Make it make sense.