Open House! ...Just some other house.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Oh, boy.
It's not that I hate dealing with people, but I'm there for the dogs, not the customers, and I hate not knowing answers, and I hate more that there are NEVER any employees back in the kennels to talk to people who have questions. But here I am, big leash around my shoulders, big VOLUNTEER on the back of my shirt, so:
"You can ask, but I'm only here once a week, so..."
Lady in her early thirties: "There's a dog back here that has a sign that says 'not ready for adoption' but I'm not ready, either, so would it be okay if I just visited with him?"
You know, it's the Humane Society. All about adoption. I said it shouldn't be a problem, let's go see. The sign said 'impound' so I told her that it might be a court case or something so he might not ever be adoptable, but nothing on the kennel said "To Be Handled By Employees Only", so I put a leash on him (a cute 30-lb puppy named "Cain") and told her where the socialization rooms were.
I walked a few more dogs, and then saw the lady in parking lot.
"How'd it go with Cain?" I asked her.
"Someone took him away from me. They said I wasn't allowed to be with him since he wasn't ready for adoption."
I just shook my head.
"I hope I didn't get you in trouble," she said.
"They don't even know my name."
"Oh, did you just start working here?"
Har!
She asked me if I enjoyed volunteering, and I said I just did it for the dogs, so yes. It was a gorgeous Spring day Friday, and I'd ridden my bike around town and then to the shelter, and had nothing pressing, so I took my time walking all the dogs for two and a half hours. A few of the dogs were gastrointestinally sick, but every time I told the kennel manager, she had to tell me she already knew in such a high and mighty "of course I knew" way that made me want to kick her in the balls.
This was also the lady who killed my special case dog back in February, so forgive my indelicacy.
Also took a cat out from the back into the socialization room to play with for a while, since a note on the volunteer desk had asked volunteers do. This is the extent of our communication. Or training. Hence my Cain faux pas.
But I did pick up a flyer saying that they're holding a Volunteer Open House to recognize our contributions late in May. But it's being held at a Holiday Inn. Which makes me think another name would have been appropriate, say "Volunteer Appreciation Night." Call me crazy.
Call me crazier, but I think King, who I walked Friday,
is the same King I walked August 4th last year... no? :-(
Stoopit people.
Oh, boy.
It's not that I hate dealing with people, but I'm there for the dogs, not the customers, and I hate not knowing answers, and I hate more that there are NEVER any employees back in the kennels to talk to people who have questions. But here I am, big leash around my shoulders, big VOLUNTEER on the back of my shirt, so:
"You can ask, but I'm only here once a week, so..."
Lady in her early thirties: "There's a dog back here that has a sign that says 'not ready for adoption' but I'm not ready, either, so would it be okay if I just visited with him?"
You know, it's the Humane Society. All about adoption. I said it shouldn't be a problem, let's go see. The sign said 'impound' so I told her that it might be a court case or something so he might not ever be adoptable, but nothing on the kennel said "To Be Handled By Employees Only", so I put a leash on him (a cute 30-lb puppy named "Cain") and told her where the socialization rooms were.
I walked a few more dogs, and then saw the lady in parking lot.
"How'd it go with Cain?" I asked her.
"Someone took him away from me. They said I wasn't allowed to be with him since he wasn't ready for adoption."
I just shook my head.
"I hope I didn't get you in trouble," she said.
"They don't even know my name."
"Oh, did you just start working here?"
Har!
She asked me if I enjoyed volunteering, and I said I just did it for the dogs, so yes. It was a gorgeous Spring day Friday, and I'd ridden my bike around town and then to the shelter, and had nothing pressing, so I took my time walking all the dogs for two and a half hours. A few of the dogs were gastrointestinally sick, but every time I told the kennel manager, she had to tell me she already knew in such a high and mighty "of course I knew" way that made me want to kick her in the balls.
This was also the lady who killed my special case dog back in February, so forgive my indelicacy.
Also took a cat out from the back into the socialization room to play with for a while, since a note on the volunteer desk had asked volunteers do. This is the extent of our communication. Or training. Hence my Cain faux pas.
But I did pick up a flyer saying that they're holding a Volunteer Open House to recognize our contributions late in May. But it's being held at a Holiday Inn. Which makes me think another name would have been appropriate, say "Volunteer Appreciation Night." Call me crazy.
Call me crazier, but I think King, who I walked Friday,
is the same King I walked August 4th last year... no? :-(
Stoopit people.
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