Monday, December 6, 2010
Digby
Jumpin Back In
Ollie peed on a woman at the dog park Friday. True story. It was mortifying to say the least. I ran over to her and asked if I could get her a towel and she very graciously said no…but then she kept staring at her leg like it was going to miraculously dry in the cold evening air. Apparently, it was her birthday…and she was wearing her clothes that she was going to go out in…or something. I don’t really know, I offered the towel and apologized about a thousand times. I’m not really sure what else can be done in this type of situation. I would be pretty bummed if a dog peed on my leg or on anything that it shouldn’t, but that is why I wear the dirtiest clothes I own to the dog park. It’s not a fashion show and the place is a mud pit. With all that being said, it was pretty funny to witness Ollie sniff around her twice and then lift his leg…whatever, I’m evil
Monday, June 28, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
My Visit To Best Friends
So it’s been a while since I posted anything, bad Kate! I’ve been busy lovin on some animals out west! Lisa and I went on vacation to Sedona, AZ and I twisted her arm to go volunteer at Best Friends for a day. Simply put, it was AMAZING!!!!
I kinda want to move out there and get a job there right now, but I would need some time to adjust to that dry heat! Yeesh, it was hot! The scenery was beautiful and more than made up for the uncomfortable temperature.
Anyway, we drove up to Kanab UT on June 8th and took a visitor tour. It was really informative and gave you a good idea of what Best Friends was all about…even though I’m kinda obsessed and read everything on their website all the time! We were set to volunteer in the morning on June 9th and had a great time! So many lovable dogs! We ended up taking a great dog named Shiloh on a sleepover. He was great! I even created a little story about him for their Sleepover website. I hope it helps him get adopted fast!
http://network.bestfriends.org/groups/sleepovers/forum/t/41632.aspx
I am going to get better at updating this, I swear. Even if I’m the only one to read it J
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Capt Lazy Pants
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Stinky Clam Flat Baby
Michael Vick and Pit Bulls
I’ve been reading a lot of articles about pit bulls lately. It makes me incredibly sad to see the bad rap that these lovable dogs get. I am around about 5-10 pit bulls every Sunday at Cocheco Valley and for the most part they are my favorite dogs to be around. Tails always wagging, snorting and sneezing, slobbery kissing love bugs. There was another pit bull attack in the news out of Mass. It seems there are never dog attacks that don’t involve pit bulls which is unbelievably incorrect. The media only seems to report when a pit bull is involved not other breeds and certainly not when a pit bull is the victim like this case:
Breaks my heart. This dog didn’t fight back even when her life was at risk.
I guess I’m fascinated by pit bulls and all the negative attention they get. If everyone could volunteer and see what lovable animals they can be and are, I think this world would have a different view on the breed.
In related news, it has been three years since Michael Vick had a search warrant issued at his property and these articles by the ASPCA and Best Friends Animal Society will always stand with me:
http://network.bestfriends.org/campaigns/pitbulls/news.aspx?pID=12821
http://www.aspca.org/blog/ed-sayres-the-road-ahead-for.html
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Blue Pit
Mascot
Green With Envy
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Host With The Most
Acts of Kindness
I am always blown away by people doing nice things. It's not that I don't see the good in people because I do. Actually, I expect it and I am hurt when people let me down in this way. I give as much as I can, both money and time to good causes, so when I find someone else in the world that has similar views on charity, reciprocity, and kindness, I'm pleasantly surprised, if not totally floored.
I received a $200 donation from my friend Kern last night. He wanted me to donate this money to the Cocheco Valley Humane Society. I didn't look at the money right away and thought he gave me about $20 or something. Imagine my surprise when I saw two hundred dollar bills in my wallet. He says that he would never be able to do what I do on Sundays because it would break his heart. I tend to agree with him on that.
It is really hard to go into the shelter and see suffering. It is horrible to see the pain inflicted on animals that did nothing but love their owners unconditionally. I have had to turn away many times when I see the physical/emotional ramifications of an owners' neglect or purposeful cruelty both at the shelter and on tv. So what keeps me going? It's the trust that I have earned with a dog named Cammie who isn't a fan of most people/animals/etc, it's the tail wags I get from Rosie who lived her life on a chain and was never properly fed or cared for, and most recently, it was the big kisses I got from Sadie who has a horrible case of mange. Her whole body is covered in scabs and she has large patches of fur loss. Despite all this, she still loves humans, specifically me. I sat in her kennel for about 15 minutes and was covered in slobber from all her loving. Mange isn't hard to treat and it is certainly preventable with a little time and care by the person that should have loved her. So yea, it's hard, sometimes downright heartbreaking to see what humans can do to animals. I go in every Sunday and I will continue to do so for the gained trust, the tail wags, the long walks, the sunshine snuggle time, the slobbery kisses, and the unbelievable perseverance of animals that have no need to trust us humans, but still do.
So to answer the question of how I can do what I do, I pose this question: How can I not?
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." ~Hellen Keller
I received a $200 donation from my friend Kern last night. He wanted me to donate this money to the Cocheco Valley Humane Society. I didn't look at the money right away and thought he gave me about $20 or something. Imagine my surprise when I saw two hundred dollar bills in my wallet. He says that he would never be able to do what I do on Sundays because it would break his heart. I tend to agree with him on that.
It is really hard to go into the shelter and see suffering. It is horrible to see the pain inflicted on animals that did nothing but love their owners unconditionally. I have had to turn away many times when I see the physical/emotional ramifications of an owners' neglect or purposeful cruelty both at the shelter and on tv. So what keeps me going? It's the trust that I have earned with a dog named Cammie who isn't a fan of most people/animals/etc, it's the tail wags I get from Rosie who lived her life on a chain and was never properly fed or cared for, and most recently, it was the big kisses I got from Sadie who has a horrible case of mange. Her whole body is covered in scabs and she has large patches of fur loss. Despite all this, she still loves humans, specifically me. I sat in her kennel for about 15 minutes and was covered in slobber from all her loving. Mange isn't hard to treat and it is certainly preventable with a little time and care by the person that should have loved her. So yea, it's hard, sometimes downright heartbreaking to see what humans can do to animals. I go in every Sunday and I will continue to do so for the gained trust, the tail wags, the long walks, the sunshine snuggle time, the slobbery kisses, and the unbelievable perseverance of animals that have no need to trust us humans, but still do.
So to answer the question of how I can do what I do, I pose this question: How can I not?
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." ~Hellen Keller
Friday, May 14, 2010
Litter Kwitter
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
A Day in the Life of a Puppy
Step 2. Nap a lot
Step 3. Give Kate kisses frequently
Step 4. Dunk ears/tail/feet in water bowl to cool off
Step 5. Get adopted to my forever home!
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My Cat Dog - Luigi
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Coolaroo Fluff
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Baby Grace
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Monday, May 10, 2010
Dagwood
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Monday, April 19, 2010
Heaven with Your Best Friend
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the
scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He
remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered
where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high,
white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in
the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate
in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to
the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate,
and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was
close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought
right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler
asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the
top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a
farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no
fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a
tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you
have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that
couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned
hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a
long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full,
he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree
waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said
that was heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold streets and pearly gates? Nope.
That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they
screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He
remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered
where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high,
white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in
the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate
in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to
the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate,
and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was
close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought
right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler
asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the
top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a
farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no
fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a
tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you
have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that
couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned
hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a
long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full,
he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree
waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said
that was heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold streets and pearly gates? Nope.
That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they
screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Holidays...
My mom got kinda offended that I was going to volunteer on Easter Sunday and not go to a dinner that may or may not happen. We are not religious and never have been.
At least two years since I was in college, her and my dad ditched Lisa and I on Easter Sunday to go to a Celtics/Red Sox games. I'm not bitter about it, but it struck me as funny that she can bag out on inconsequential holiday dinners and I can't.
Like I said, we don't celebrate Easter as a religious holiday and may not even have dinner on Sunday. It might be scheduled for Saturday with a "nip" Easter egg hunt which would make this all a moot point.
The animals don't celebrate holidays either and they certainly don't close down the shelter due to holidays. Volunteers are needed every single day of the year. Even it was a major holiday, I would still be there. I hadn't even given it a second thought. I absolutely love volunteering and think going in on Sundays, holiday or not, is part of who I am now.
"True charity is the desire to be useful to others without thought of recompense" ~ Emanuel Swedenborg
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At least two years since I was in college, her and my dad ditched Lisa and I on Easter Sunday to go to a Celtics/Red Sox games. I'm not bitter about it, but it struck me as funny that she can bag out on inconsequential holiday dinners and I can't.
Like I said, we don't celebrate Easter as a religious holiday and may not even have dinner on Sunday. It might be scheduled for Saturday with a "nip" Easter egg hunt which would make this all a moot point.
The animals don't celebrate holidays either and they certainly don't close down the shelter due to holidays. Volunteers are needed every single day of the year. Even it was a major holiday, I would still be there. I hadn't even given it a second thought. I absolutely love volunteering and think going in on Sundays, holiday or not, is part of who I am now.
"True charity is the desire to be useful to others without thought of recompense" ~ Emanuel Swedenborg
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Dogs Just Know
I read this story online the other night, love it so much. I actually considered ordering Chicken Soup for the Dog Lover's Soul on Amazon after reading it because I'm sure there would be more stories like this. Then I realized that if I owned that book combined with my Dog & Cat Fancy magazines, the changes of ever having a boyfriend or friends that didn't think I was a freak would be reduced to zero...though I'm sure I will still buy it and hide it with my other weird books. Anyway, enjoy this story taken from The Herald-Zeitung by Mike Fitsko (published 2/21/10):
If you have or have ever owned a loving pet, you’ll certainly appreciate this story written by an anonymous writer and recently sent to me by an old high school friend who recently learned she has breast cancer. If you don’t currently have a pet, you might decide you want one after reading this!
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.
Inevitably someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky’s toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be amid all of Lucky’s favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease … she was just sure it was fatal.
She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.
The night before she was to go to the hospital, she cuddled with Lucky.
A thought struck her … what would happen to Lucky? Although the 3-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary’s dog through and through.
If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won’t understand that I didn’t want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for more than two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully but the dog just drooped, whining and miserable. But finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital.
When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn’t even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.
Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn’t come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.
When Mary woke, for a second, she couldn’t understand what was wrong. She couldn’t move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. Panic soon gave way to laughter though when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, in every treasure Lucky owned!
While she slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement and back bringing his beloved mistress his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying.
Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night.
It’s been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. And Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box, but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
If you have or have ever owned a loving pet, you’ll certainly appreciate this story written by an anonymous writer and recently sent to me by an old high school friend who recently learned she has breast cancer. If you don’t currently have a pet, you might decide you want one after reading this!
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky. Lucky was a real character. Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.
Inevitably someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky’s toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be amid all of Lucky’s favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer. Something told her she was going to die of this disease … she was just sure it was fatal.
She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.
The night before she was to go to the hospital, she cuddled with Lucky.
A thought struck her … what would happen to Lucky? Although the 3-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary’s dog through and through.
If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won’t understand that I didn’t want to leave him. The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for more than two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully but the dog just drooped, whining and miserable. But finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital.
When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn’t even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.
Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn’t come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.
When Mary woke, for a second, she couldn’t understand what was wrong. She couldn’t move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. Panic soon gave way to laughter though when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, in every treasure Lucky owned!
While she slept the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement and back bringing his beloved mistress his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love. Mary forgot about dying.
Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night.
It’s been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free. And Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box, but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Ollie Gives Kisses
He does this on command. It's the greatest thing ever. Except when he gets pissed because I'm forcing him to do it for dinner and then he nips at my face. That isn't the greatest thing ever. But when he does it right, it melts my heart...
So Fresh and So Clean, Clean
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Tubby Time
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Sunday Lovin with the Monster
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Sunday, March 21, 2010
Two-fer
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Unaltered
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
An Ollie Top 10
Top 10 Things That Ollie Does That Make Me Laugh
1. How he sniffs around for 5 minutes to find the perfect poop spot and then carefully balances himself.
2. The sound of his yawn when he's really tired
3. When he's in bed and sighs really loud before passing out
4. How he stretches in the downward dog and then taps his front feet forward to stretch the back legs
5. How his ears curve back just a little bit when he's chewing on a bone
6. The little trot he gets when he steals something and makes me chase him for it
7. The look he gives me when he is doing something naughty and feels ashamed…or at least tries to appear that way
8. The way he gives me kisses when he doesn't want to by butting his nose against my face really quickly
9. How fast he sits, lays down, and does anything else to get a cookie
10. When he's really excited to see me and his ears go back and his butt shakes and he looks like an oversized weasel
Sunday, February 28, 2010
My Sunday Lover
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
Long Walks at CVHS
Today was the first day at the shelter and it was a lot of fun! I got to walk 8 different dogs in the time I was there. It would have been smart to remember that I would be there for three hours when I decided to walk Ollie for an hour before that. I don't think I have a career in dog walking...
My favorite dog of the day was a compact little pitbull mix named Beck. He was so wiggly and cute and had the sweetest eyes. I think I fell in love with all of them though. I even found a girlfriend for Ollie named Ramona. Ramona is a little skinny right now and I've taught Ollie to go for the girls with a little meat on their bones, so the matchmaking will have to wait. Ramona and Ollie sittin in a tree...the cats will totally pee on my pillows if I ever bring another dog home. They are spiteful sometimes.
I am so glad I started doing this. I think that finally getting it together and going for it even motivated someone else to start volunteering, but I'm pretty sure she's doing it to find a injured veteran boyfriend...Lisa is shameless and I love her for it.
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My favorite dog of the day was a compact little pitbull mix named Beck. He was so wiggly and cute and had the sweetest eyes. I think I fell in love with all of them though. I even found a girlfriend for Ollie named Ramona. Ramona is a little skinny right now and I've taught Ollie to go for the girls with a little meat on their bones, so the matchmaking will have to wait. Ramona and Ollie sittin in a tree...the cats will totally pee on my pillows if I ever bring another dog home. They are spiteful sometimes.
I am so glad I started doing this. I think that finally getting it together and going for it even motivated someone else to start volunteering, but I'm pretty sure she's doing it to find a injured veteran boyfriend...Lisa is shameless and I love her for it.
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Quick and Easy Donations
I know lots of people that would like to help donate to charity, but don't have the time or money to do so. Let's face it, the economy is effecting everyone and makes it hard to pay our own bills, let alone help others. That all has changed with Freekibble and Freekibblekat.
These two websites donate 10 pieces of kibble for each person that answers the daily trivia question...and you don't even have to get it right!!! Right or wrong they will still donate 10 pieces of kibble to a shelter on their list.
10 pieces of kibble doesn't sound like a lot, but think about if you tell a friend and they tell a friend and so on and so forth. It adds up fast and helps out a lot of animals in shelters.
10 pieces of kibble to a shelter that needs it and learning some fun trivia about cats and dogs? Sounds good to me! Head on over to them today, help out some animals, and feel good about knowing that you helped out without spending a dime!
www.freekibble.com
www.freekibblekat.com
Oh and if all of this wasn't cool enough, it was started by a 12 year old girl. Wow!
These two websites donate 10 pieces of kibble for each person that answers the daily trivia question...and you don't even have to get it right!!! Right or wrong they will still donate 10 pieces of kibble to a shelter on their list.
10 pieces of kibble doesn't sound like a lot, but think about if you tell a friend and they tell a friend and so on and so forth. It adds up fast and helps out a lot of animals in shelters.
10 pieces of kibble to a shelter that needs it and learning some fun trivia about cats and dogs? Sounds good to me! Head on over to them today, help out some animals, and feel good about knowing that you helped out without spending a dime!
www.freekibble.com
www.freekibblekat.com
Oh and if all of this wasn't cool enough, it was started by a 12 year old girl. Wow!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Friday Night @ The Condo
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
The First Post
Rather than give a long introduction of what I'm doing and why I'm doing it, I figure I will just jump in with both feet. This blog is about animals, plain and simple. It's about the three pets that I have, my friends' pets, pets that I have helped at the shelter, and pets (and their people) that inspire me with their stories.
I just watched the most incredible episode of "I Shouldn't Be Alive" on Animal Planet. A woman fell into a canyon in Utah and broke her pelvis...and her dog ended up saving her. Her dog Taz stayed with her as long as he could and when she felt like it was her very last hope (after being out in the canyon for three days and bleeding internally) she asked him to go get help...and he did! Taz left his owner in the canyon, found the search party, and brought them back to where his owner was. To say that this woman has one of the best dogs in the world is an understatement...this was one of those miracles that you can only read about or see on tv/in the movies. Or is it?
I, like every other good pet owner, believe my dog is the smartest, cutest, most perfect dog in the world, but I don't know that he could pull something like that off. Hopefully, he never will have to. Dogs do seem to have a six sense about human feelings though. One of my favorite parts of the book Marley and Me is when John and Jenny come home after the miscarriage of their first child (stay with me on this one) and Marley rests his head in Jenny's lap. It's the simplest gesture, but it speaks volumes for how dogs can intuitively sense when we need them. Ollie will sit with me when I'm sad or make me laugh with his funny noises when I need it the most...and then he will go eat my cell phone. It's this crazy juxtaposition of comfort and craziness that keeps me going on a daily basis. Cover me in sloppy kisses when I get home from work and then turn around and puke on the rug.
Volunteering at the shelter starts on Sunday. I've always wanted to do it and never did out of fear. I think a lot of people want to volunteer, but feel the same way as I do. It's gotta be depressing to see animals in cages that have don't have their own forever home. It's gotta be really hard to not take them all home yourself. I wasn't sure I could handle it, but I believe that the rewards will far outweigh the hardships and maybe, just maybe, there will be a story or two to inspire someone else.
I just watched the most incredible episode of "I Shouldn't Be Alive" on Animal Planet. A woman fell into a canyon in Utah and broke her pelvis...and her dog ended up saving her. Her dog Taz stayed with her as long as he could and when she felt like it was her very last hope (after being out in the canyon for three days and bleeding internally) she asked him to go get help...and he did! Taz left his owner in the canyon, found the search party, and brought them back to where his owner was. To say that this woman has one of the best dogs in the world is an understatement...this was one of those miracles that you can only read about or see on tv/in the movies. Or is it?
I, like every other good pet owner, believe my dog is the smartest, cutest, most perfect dog in the world, but I don't know that he could pull something like that off. Hopefully, he never will have to. Dogs do seem to have a six sense about human feelings though. One of my favorite parts of the book Marley and Me is when John and Jenny come home after the miscarriage of their first child (stay with me on this one) and Marley rests his head in Jenny's lap. It's the simplest gesture, but it speaks volumes for how dogs can intuitively sense when we need them. Ollie will sit with me when I'm sad or make me laugh with his funny noises when I need it the most...and then he will go eat my cell phone. It's this crazy juxtaposition of comfort and craziness that keeps me going on a daily basis. Cover me in sloppy kisses when I get home from work and then turn around and puke on the rug.
Volunteering at the shelter starts on Sunday. I've always wanted to do it and never did out of fear. I think a lot of people want to volunteer, but feel the same way as I do. It's gotta be depressing to see animals in cages that have don't have their own forever home. It's gotta be really hard to not take them all home yourself. I wasn't sure I could handle it, but I believe that the rewards will far outweigh the hardships and maybe, just maybe, there will be a story or two to inspire someone else.
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