Hey everyone! I wanted to share my recent experience with El Dorado County Animal Services. I'm…read morecurrently a senior in high school, and for a long time now, I've been hoping to adopt a dog. I've always had a soft spot for dogs in need of loving homes, which is why I regularly visit our local animal shelter--often with my boyfriend. We started going at least twice a week, and every time I walked away thinking, "These dogs will find a home eventually."
But everything changed on Saturday, August 9, 2025 about an hour before the shelter was closing. That day, I met a small puppy and instantly fell in love. I could picture myself giving this dog the loving home it deserved. I called my mom right away, and she gave me the go-ahead to adopt the puppy.
Unfortunately, I quickly learned that since I'm not 18, I couldn't legally adopt the dog myself. Thankfully, my boyfriend--who is 18--was with me and agreed to adopt the dog under his name. We took our time filling out the paperwork and kept my mom updated throughout the process. Since her phone wasn't working at the time, I gave the shelter her alternate number, along with my own and my brother's--so they had multiple ways to reach us. While we were sitting down filling out the paperwork, a woman repeatedly approached us. I was on the phone with my mom at one point, and when I signaled to her that I was on a call, she just shrugged and stood directly in front of me. Her energy felt off from the start, but I tried not to read too much into it. We were told we'd get a call later in the week and could pick the puppy up on Monday, August 11. However, none of us--my mom, my boyfriend, or I--ever received a call. When Monday came, my boyfriend called the shelter before heading over to confirm he was coming to pick up the dog. That's when things got weird. He called me from the shelter and told me that the staff couldn't find our file. They claimed it had either been lost or thrown away by their supervisor. Then they said we couldn't take the dog home because he hadn't been neutered yet. I asked my boyfriend to go back in and ask whether neutering was required before adoption, since we've had a bad experience with our current dog being neutered too early. He was hesitant but went back in because he knew how much this meant to me. When he asked, they told him it was California state law that all animals adopted from a shelter must be fixed. I hadn't known that, or I wouldn't have sent him back in. He calmly explained, "My girlfriend was just upset, so I thought I'd ask," but apparently that was taken the wrong way. The staff told us we might be able to pick up the puppy on Tuesday, August 12, depending on whether or not they neutered him--but also said we might have to wait until the following week and that they'd call us. I called the shelter myself later that day and left a polite voicemail asking for a call back. When they returned my call about 20 minutes later, the woman on the phone was extremely rude. She told me that my boyfriend had come in being "very aggressive" and had "demanded the dog," which could not be further from the truth. After that, we never got another call, and the situation was just left hanging. I was really upset--I had gotten my hopes up, and I'd been wanting a dog for years. I took it as a sign that maybe this wasn't the right dog or the right time. Eventually, we found a very sweet woman on Facebook, and we were able to adopt a wonderful dog from her. But the situation with the shelter never really left my mind. Then, on Thursday, August 21, 2025, my boyfriend and I stopped by the shelter again just to visit and see the dogs, like we always used to. From the moment we walked in, the vibe was off. The staff looked at us strangely, and I had the feeling they recognized us. I tried to brush it off, but then, while I was in one of the dog rooms, the same woman from before opened the door and said, "Just wanted to let you guys know you're on camera... and that you can't be sticking your hands in the cages." I was caught off guard, but I nodded and told her I understood. I even laughed it off. But then she kept pacing back and forth past the door, and it made me feel really uncomfortable--like we were being watched closely or targeted. At that point, we just left. The whole situation made me feel judged, profiled, and betrayed. All I ever wanted to do was give that puppy a loving home. I don't know if it was because we're young or if they assumed we weren't responsible enough--but age and looks shouldn't matter when someone is trying to do something kind and life-changing for an animal. It breaks my heart that we were treated so unfairly. I've seen plenty of people come through that shelter who look far more suspicious than we did, yet they were never treated like we were. I've always found happiness visiting shelters, knowing that even a small act of kindness can brighten a dog's day--but this experience left me hurt and disappointed.