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ksmithI've just returned from the annual dogwalk at the shelter where I got Mickey. This is the first time I attended, and to be honest, I didn't want to go--I was worn out from yesterday, and I just wanted to hang around the house. But, I had received pledges from a few co-workers, and I didn't want to give back the money, so I went.
I'm glad I did. It turned out to be pretty well attended--cars parked up and down the road where the shelter's located, some folks out walking dogs, and others in the driveway/enclosure talking, looking over the bake sale offerings, and waiting for dogs to take out.
My first dog was Pepper Ann, a small female with a shepherd head and markings but a small, wiry body. She'd been found abandoned in a yard. She was very timid--she let me walk her, and she sniffed my hand, but as soon as I stopped walking and tried to get her to come to me, the tail would droop. My second dog was a puppy named Blondie, either a golden mix or yellow lab. A complete bundle of energy. I wound up trading her for a pit bull named Onyx--meanwhile, the lady who took Blondie had her rigged with a harness, which made her easier to handle.
Onyx was a trudger. I didn't want to take her too far because it was hot, this was her second walk, and she was overweight and panting quite a bit. I took her back in time to see Blondie splashing in a kiddie pool and pulling out the plug every time someone put it back in. Adorable pup, but she's going to be a handful and a half for someone.
I was going to take out another dog, but a line had formed, most dogs had already been taken out, and I was dripping. So I got some juice, a brat, and some chocolate chip brownies at the bake sale. Then I came home to my pups, who got to lounge in the A/C while I was out sweating.
I need to mow the front, but I think I'll wait until evening. I should write.
I'm glad I did. It turned out to be pretty well attended--cars parked up and down the road where the shelter's located, some folks out walking dogs, and others in the driveway/enclosure talking, looking over the bake sale offerings, and waiting for dogs to take out.
My first dog was Pepper Ann, a small female with a shepherd head and markings but a small, wiry body. She'd been found abandoned in a yard. She was very timid--she let me walk her, and she sniffed my hand, but as soon as I stopped walking and tried to get her to come to me, the tail would droop. My second dog was a puppy named Blondie, either a golden mix or yellow lab. A complete bundle of energy. I wound up trading her for a pit bull named Onyx--meanwhile, the lady who took Blondie had her rigged with a harness, which made her easier to handle.
Onyx was a trudger. I didn't want to take her too far because it was hot, this was her second walk, and she was overweight and panting quite a bit. I took her back in time to see Blondie splashing in a kiddie pool and pulling out the plug every time someone put it back in. Adorable pup, but she's going to be a handful and a half for someone.
I was going to take out another dog, but a line had formed, most dogs had already been taken out, and I was dripping. So I got some juice, a brat, and some chocolate chip brownies at the bake sale. Then I came home to my pups, who got to lounge in the A/C while I was out sweating.
I need to mow the front, but I think I'll wait until evening. I should write.
