Good Dogma

I've actually been quite lucky while volunteering. A few weeks ago, Tippy surprised me out front with a sudden dart and pulled his leash out of my grip, running around like a maniac. Fortunately, he ran into the Humane Society's fenced-in rear entrance, and I was able to get him back. Today, after walking Trey, just a sweet little black and white cattle dog/terrier, a little boy asked if he could watch me put the dog back in his kennel. I told him to ask his mother if it was okay, and then he came and watched. He didn't like the loud barking and hung out back by the door. I let Trey in and then put Ace (brown chow mix) on the leash. Unfortunately, his collar was way too loose, and he pulled himself right out of it, and he charged the boy at the end of the hall.
And licked him on the pee pee.
I ran down and wrapped my arms around his head as he squiggled about, just when an employee brought another dog in through the door...and Ace just sniffed its nose. Boy: "Is he mean?" "He doesn't look it..." and I let Ace lick my nose. "Does he like pink leashes?" "I don't think he cares." "What are you doing?" "Tightening his collar!" "He licked me on the--" "WELL LOOK AT THE TIME."
Garfunkle (beagle/basset hound) is a sad case, recovering from a torn ACL and has warts and lumps. They're going to try to make him the senior citizen's home dog. And Harley is still here, four weeks now. The good news is that Bear was adopted and CiCi has been spoken for. They're hoping to adopt out 2005 animals in 2005, and they seem to be ahead of schedule...