Don't Yell At Me! I'm A Volunteer
Someone once gave me one of these pins and it got a good response so I had a batch made to give out to the volunteers at the Mobile Pet Adoption events, even though I don't usually wear mine there - I prefer to wear it at work.
I did go to the MPA yesterday. I wore this pin instead:
It took a while to get there as the Aids Walk was passing through my neighborhood. I had no idea the homeless guy with the white pit bull was one of our local celebrities, but there they were walking with the crowd, cheered on by all who know them.
Since I was stuck in traffic anyway, I figured I'd jump out of my car and hand him some cans of dog food (I always stock the kind with the flip-top lid), but then worried they might have gone bad in the back of my car since it's been hot out. I called a friend who assured me the food was fine, handed it off, then got back into my car and headed north.
This is how I live my life; I try to do a good deed and then panic it will only harm the recipient.
Kind of like what happens at the MPA. I usually just take photos and roam around sort of helping, but don't actually handle a dog for the day because it seems my dog never gets adopted. But yesterday, around 2pm, I was asked to hold a 5-month-old German shepherd puppy. What could be more adoptable than that? Well, there were a few people interested, but at the end of the day she was still headed back to the shelter in search of a home.
On the plus side, it did seem to be a good day for some older mutts to get bathed and adopted. Like these guys:
And two weeks ago, a woman came hoping to adopt a Shih Tzu, then changed her mind when a slightly larger dog sat on her foot and she fell in love. Here's the slightly-larger-than-a-Shih-Tzu Ruger, with his new mom and saying hello to another shelter hopeful:
I mentioned my bad luck to one of the other volunteers and she suggested that next time they'll have me hold a dog that's already been adopted. We'll see how that goes...
I did go to the MPA yesterday. I wore this pin instead:
It took a while to get there as the Aids Walk was passing through my neighborhood. I had no idea the homeless guy with the white pit bull was one of our local celebrities, but there they were walking with the crowd, cheered on by all who know them.
Since I was stuck in traffic anyway, I figured I'd jump out of my car and hand him some cans of dog food (I always stock the kind with the flip-top lid), but then worried they might have gone bad in the back of my car since it's been hot out. I called a friend who assured me the food was fine, handed it off, then got back into my car and headed north.
This is how I live my life; I try to do a good deed and then panic it will only harm the recipient.
Kind of like what happens at the MPA. I usually just take photos and roam around sort of helping, but don't actually handle a dog for the day because it seems my dog never gets adopted. But yesterday, around 2pm, I was asked to hold a 5-month-old German shepherd puppy. What could be more adoptable than that? Well, there were a few people interested, but at the end of the day she was still headed back to the shelter in search of a home.
On the plus side, it did seem to be a good day for some older mutts to get bathed and adopted. Like these guys:
And two weeks ago, a woman came hoping to adopt a Shih Tzu, then changed her mind when a slightly larger dog sat on her foot and she fell in love. Here's the slightly-larger-than-a-Shih-Tzu Ruger, with his new mom and saying hello to another shelter hopeful:
I mentioned my bad luck to one of the other volunteers and she suggested that next time they'll have me hold a dog that's already been adopted. We'll see how that goes...
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