Humane Society #4

I'm kicking myself that I haven't been writing each week of my adventures at the Humane Society. I go there every Tuesday along with Jan, my instructor, and Rebecca, another student. It was extremely hard the first few times going and not crying. Just seeing the vast number of dogs ranging sizes, ages, shapes, barks, etc. Those eyes...I can't describe how pitiful they look, like this scene in Lady & The Tramp. That is how tear jerking it is. However, I am there to help. To give them a better chance to find another home.

With my soap opera aside, writing about my past three visits will take too long and are just as sad. On the bright side, I love coming back to find that all of the dogs I've groomed have been adopted out. IN A WEEK!!!

Today we got our usually list of around 6 dogs who desperately need TLC. Our first patients: two 5 month old baby girl great pyrenees. Their names were Jasmine and Glacier. They were CAKED with mud. CLUMPS of mud. FLEAS. TICKS. SORES. You name it they had it. They were part of a raid the following night. The bath alone took me an hour. I wish I had taken a before and after pictures of them, they weren't recognizable by the time we were done with them. They were black in the beginning and were finally turned to white again. We put two big pink bows in their hair. They held their heads high on our walk back to their kennel. I have purpose in life again. It makes me feel like I'm making the world better. ONE. DOG. AT. A. TIME.