If your aim is to adopt an adult bird that needs a good home, then all is well. Every animal deserves a good home! I've also had a large number of purebred dogs although only one was bought as a puppy as a birthday gift for my husband -and I almost divorced him over this! I did not speak to him for two whole weeks and, when I did, was to argue and berate him for wanting to buy a puppy. Eventually, I gave in because all the animals we had were brought in by me and he was (and still is) always very generous about paying the bills (we have HUGE vet bills) and this was the ONLY animal he had ever asked for and he had been asking for two whole years (he had always wanted a Golden Retriever). But to assuage my conscience, we made a deal and also adopted a little one from the local county shelter. And can you guess which dog ended up being my husband's love of his life? Yep, the one we adopted! And it worked out because, when we came out of the shelter after looking at all the poor dogs there (I cried the entire time), my husband got in the car, turned to me and said: "We will NEVER again buy a dog!" Sometimes, people need to be shown the misery animals go through to change their minds as to what is the right or the wrong thing to do. My husband was one of them.
And I've also had a purebred Pom as well as pom mixes - as a matter of fact, I have a pom mix right now: George. He is an old dog (15 - 16 years old) that has only two teeth in his mouth and a huge perineal hernia that was found on the street by a neighbor's children and, when they could not find the owner or anybody who knew him after walking around and knocking on doors for hours, another neighbor told them to try 'the bird lady' (all the neighbors bring me sick or injured animals). I told them I couldn't take him in, that my husband would kill me if I did when he came out to ask what was going on - but he knew because he came out saying: "No, no, no - no more dogs!" which only lasted until he walked close and saw George's mouth (it was summer and he was panting) and then he went: "OH MY GOD, look at this poor dog's mouth!". He knew, as I did, that if they called Animal Control, he would have been put down - he was too old and in too bad a shape to adopt out. He had few teeth left and the ones that were still there were, literally and without exaggeration, falling off his mouth (I pulled two of them that same day with my bare fingers) - he had a HUGE infection that had been there for so long (these dogs need dentals done regularly because they all have bad teeth), it was beginning to 'eat' into the bone (his breath was terrible!) so his teeth were all loose and moving back and forth (he kept on trying to put them 'right' with his tongue). I don't even know how he managed to eat with that mouth... Cost us over $2,000 to 'fix' him and weeks of recuperation and care. He is a yapper, pees all over the place (wears a diaper), needs to be fed soft senior food and treats only, and I constantly have to monitor that he is going to the bathroom without a problem because the surgery we did for his hernia did not quite work, it came back after a while (he is too old and the perineum tissue is too thin because they had not neutered him when he was young) and my vet said it would be too hard on him to do another one (he had a hard time recuperating from the first surgery - the incision was HUGE, poor thing, and he must have been in a lot of pain despite the pain killers.. he couldn't even walk, I had to carry him everywhere) and his heart is enlarged (because of the lack of dental hygiene for so many years) so all that can be done is make sure he is OK until he no longer is. But we love him! He is my 'crooked face little old man' and the Fuzzy Wuzzy Rolly Polly Georgie Porgie - and he loves having his back scratched. I call him 'crooked' because he has one ear up, one ear down and his long tongue hangs out on the left side (no teeth to hold in it) with a single fang sticking out from his lower jaw (one of his two teeth) on the other side. I you want a kiss from him, you have to put your left cheek to the left side of his mouth so he can lick you because he can't do it straight to the front