Several months ago, before the current death star began hanging around my digs, I decided that I was spending too much time at home. Little did I know it was a tutorial for things to come. While everyone else was just starting to adjust, I was already well ensconced in my hermetically sealed shelter. But that’s another story.
I enjoy volunteering and have done so for various charities and non profits over the years. It gets me out of the house while hopefully providing a service. And of course, I’m really, selfishly, doing it for me because I get more then I could ever give.
So, it was with this in mind that I realized that I could be doing more, and started to give some thought to what I might like to do. With my limited mental resources, where could I make a contribution. That is when I had my epiphany. It was obvious. It had been right there in front of me all the time. I could contribute some time to the Humane Society at a local shelter. Yes. Brilliant. I mean, I have two dogs and have always had dogs and cats my whole adult life. I am relatively cognizant about their care and feeding and the truth be known, I’ve never met a dog I didn’t like. Even the ones that bit me when I was a kid. Well, I may not have really liked them, but we got along.
After my initial approval screening at the kennel, I couldn’t wait to tell my friends, neighbors and relatives what I was about to do which, as the title of this piece would suggest, met with varying degrees of skepticism all the way up to incredulity. You see, they instinctively knew something that I chose to deny, that being, I want to save them all. I of course poo pooed their concerns, being of sound mind and all that. I know I can’t do that. After all, I already have two fur babies that depend on my love and attention every day. Not to worry.
Well, I have been there about two months now performing various duties like laundry. Tons and tons of laundry. Now I have graduated to driving a van to pick op donations of food and pet supplies from places like Petco and Walmart which gets me away from the kennel. That is not to say that I do not avail myself of opportunities to visit the puppies, dogs, kittens, cats and rabbits. I mean, they need a little attention too, right? It can’t hurt to look, right? I mean, everyone that looks in the window of a bakery doesn’t buy a cake, right? Exactly.
Well, it seems like there are some occasions when you maybe shouldn’t have looked in the window. Be it a cake or a whatever. A shirt you like, a new kitchen gadget, or anything else you just can’t live without. Like maybe another dog.
So here we are. Three days into a new adoption. Yes, I brought another dog home. It wasn’t my fault. Fate had a lot to do with it. I was just the vessel it chose to use. You’re not believing any of this are you. I didn’t think so. Anyway, meet the family. That’s Sophie on the left, Scooter in the middle, and that is their new brother Kramer on the right.. Now, does that look like I did something wrong? Just sayin.