Monday, July 28, 2008
  doggy duty
i went to the shelter for the first time today to help with the dogs.

they said it takes a couple of hours.

well, i've learned something. people always underestimate how long something will take you when it's for charity. like the time i was asked to give blood at the gym. i said, "i would, but i gotta meet someone at the whole foods in a half-hour." "that's all it'll take!" they said. 45 minutes later, i finally got to leave. then the other day, they tried to nab me and chris coming out of lowe's. we said we had somewhere to be (chris had some work-related life-savin' to do) and the lady yelled out, "but it'll only take 15 minutes!" 15 minutes?! on what planet? they make you STAY THERE for 30 minutes after giving blood to make sure you're okay. whatever, miss working-on-commission.

so back to the dog thing. i should've left at around 11, but instead left at 1:30. the reason? there are SO many dogs. and they're in their crates all day - they get to come out twice to go potty and stretch their legs - it's a little hard to not be generous with your time. only then the last ones have been sitting in their cages for a LONG time. there's no way to win.

the dogs are just.. well, maybe three times while rolling around on the ground with a dog, i got tears in my eyes. it's just really not fair. this one dog.. looks like a schnauzer.. puppy. she's a mess. dirty. SO smelly. but just the absolutely sweetest thing ever. reminds me of maggie, actually. if i could take just one home, she'd be it.

other dogs.. as soon as you got outside, they'd collapse on you if you let them. the one sat in my arms with his paws up for as long as i could let him. i rubbed his belly and he stared at me and licked his lips.

they asked me to come back wednesday. i said ok. they asked if i could do two days a week every week in the future. i had to turn that down... i said i could do one, but i really don't want to jump into something and then go overboard. when i'm in classes full-time, giving up two half-days of the week just doesn't seem feasible. but i'm happy to do one day per week.

it's very sad, though, these dogs. so many of them were just the sweetest little things, SO deserving of a home. all of them were just as sweet as my dogs, who really don't know how good they have it. :(
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I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!

Location: Fort Lauderdale, Florida, United States


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Making a difference

A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.

One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.

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An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.

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The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"

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