like hunting for a husband in a jail

While griping about the whole humane society dog hunt thing, I ended up with the vision of them in their cages barking frantically and snarling and decided it might be somewhat like hunting for a husband in a jail.  If you bail him out you get to take him home.  If it doesn't work out, you can bring him back - if you can get him back.  I wish I hadn't gone there, now I can't get the pictures of hunting for a husband in the jail out of my head.  Oh that one isn't bad looking - but he's not the least bit interested in me; all he wants is out of his cage.  Oh that one is tall and muscly and - oh my gosh; what is that smell?  After my traumatic trip to the humane society, I could write a whole book on this scenario!!  My mind is still developing it. lol.