We were left completely devastated by our experience with Joyce and Alljoy4Paws. We were fostering to adopt Bonnie, a beautiful, energetic five-year-old female. We adored this medium-to-large dog from the start, but she wasn't a good fit with our two cats and small dog. We let Joyce know this within two weeks. Despite telling us that we could return her "in three days, three weeks, three months--whenever we might want to," she said she couldn't take her at the time and asked us to keep her a few weeks longer. We agreed, even though the holidays were approaching and we had been planning to travel out of town to be with family.
On January 5, we took Bonnie to be spayed at the shelter where we first found her--a drive of about an hour and 45 minutes each way. We thought it would help make her more adoptable, and as we told Joyce, we wanted the best for her. In the meantime, we helped craft a description for Bonnie to aid in finding her a good home.
I told Joyce that Bonnie would need about 10 days to recuperate from surgery before she could be placed in another home. Eventually, Joyce directed one interested person to me, who quickly went silent. The next person was a woman with cats living in an apartment. I was surprised that Joyce would think this was a good fit for Bonnie--it seemed like setting her up for more failure. I told the woman about our experience with our cats; she thanked me for my honesty and declined to pursue Bonnie.
Soon another interested party emerged--a family with a dog similar in breed to Bonnie's, a six-year-old male. This seemed like a great fit, and we agreed to return Bonnie to Joyce the next day.
Bonnie was skittish in cars, so a transporter was arranged, and a gracious woman provided a crate that was perfect for Bonnie. We loaded her bed, food, toys, and other essentials, placed Bonnie in the crate, and told her we loved her and would see her later. That was around 11:30 a.m. At 7:45 p.m., Joyce called. Bonnie would not get out of the car, and the family no longer wanted her. They were back at Joyce's house--not far from the other one--and could not get her out of the car there either.
Joyce seemed to be building a case against the dog, sending me a video of Bonnie standing in the back seat of her car with her leash wrapped around a headrest. I was surprised Joyce hadn't placed her in a crate after our discussion about Bonnie's anxiety in cars. She either wasn't really listening or didn't care. In the video, Bonnie looked anxious to me--which seemed understandable, not alarming.
"She doesn't even remember me!" Joyce said. You mean from the one night she stayed with you six weeks earlier? I thought. I suggested de-escalating the situation and letting Bonnie come out of the car when she was ready. "Can you move the car into your garage?" I asked. "No," she said. "We have merchandise there." A rescue group with no room in the garage?
"Can you call a dog trainer for help getting her out of the car?" I asked. "I don't know anyone," she replied. How could the owner of a rescue group not have resources when help was needed? "She nipped at my husband," Joyce said. "He thinks the dog should be put down."
"Don't even suggest that," I said. "Bonnie is a wonderful, beautiful dog. Just this morning, a man stopped us on a walk and said he would take her if he didn't already have two dogs. She just needs the right home."
I reached out to an excellent dog trainer we had previously used as a pet sitter and let Joyce know by text later that evening. The trainer replied overnight that she would be happy to help if it was still needed. I texted Joyce early the next morning and heard nothing back. I texted again a little later asking about Bonnie. No response.
On the second day, I texted again: "How are you?" and "Where is Bonnie, and how is she doing?" Hours later, Joyce replied, "I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Please don't tell me you put Bonnie down," I said. "Don't tell you!" she replied dismissively. "Where is Bonnie right now?" I said. "We would like her back and will come pick her up." No answer.
Bonnie was put down. We were never given the courtesy of a direct answer, though it was said in so many words. No ad for Bonnie appeared for weeks afterward. I am still reeling from the loss--and a part of me always will. I loved that dog. I had told Joyce we wanted updates and hoped to see Bonnie again.
When we first spoke on the phone, Joyce had told me that once they rescued a dog, they kept it and took care of it "even if it meant paying expensive vet bills... one was $6,000. We take care of our dogs."
Joyce was full of it. She is dishonest, unprofessional, doesn't listen, doesn't truly care about dogs, and is in over her head. We loved Bonnie and wanted the best for her. Bonnie was right to be anxious about getting out of the car with Joyce. She had Joyce's number--and so should you. read more