We just got a dog. A rescue. From Santa Barbara Humane . Of course that’s what you have to say in this dog-loving town. When was the last time you heard a Santa Barbarian proudly say that they got their dog from a puppy mill?
Not gonna happen. No one wants to face that much public scorn and ridicule. It’s like living in Montecito and admitting that you do your own laundry.
We got to know him for a few days and named him Oscar. He doesn’t know his name yet. To him, “Oscar” is just a friendly sound. He came from the shelter without a real name. Or a history. No one knows exactly what breed he is, who his family was, or even if he had a family. He’s like that cute but scruffy uncle who shows up at family reunions — no one’s really sure where he came from, who he’s related to, or what he does for a living — but you still feed him dinner.