Still antsy, a little less antsy because we’re all almost done (full day of work tomorrow too though, ack) and I think I get calmer as the weekend gets closer.
Things have fleshed out for the weekend, we’re headed to the burbs tomorrow night to see Wilmette’s fireworks, on the beach, with “taste of Wilmette” feeding us and a friends band playing…should be fun, that’s the beach I basically grew up on, so it should be fun and silly and romantic!
I signed up to volunteer with PAWS on Saturday. Usually you have to go through orientation and stuff, but I guess they’re getting big vans of dogs from Iowa and are desperate for volunteers. I’ve really wanted to do this for awhile and this is a great start for me, see how I do, see how I handle myself. I really want to get more involved helping animals, especially doggies, and I’m scared and nervous about this.
John and I have gone back and forth about getting another dog, there’s pros and cons of course, the cons being that Remo is so freaking great, such a good dog, and neither one of us wants that to change in any way. Also, another dog is another dog, just no bones (heh!) about it.
But then we think…with all that’s going on right now, all the animals being left and abandoned with the mortgage crisis and floods and its all just such a mess, and how shelters are just becoming overcrowded and overwhelmed, we think, if we want one, can afford one, have room for one, shouldn’t we get one?
I’ve always thought that our next dog will happen to us, I still believe that, and if he does this weekend he does, if he doesn’t, he doesn’t and I’m okay with that. But to place myself in such a position where I’m seeing many dogs that need help…well…we’ll just see.
But my real goal is to see if animal rescue in some shape or form might be something I really want to explore in my future. This will be a great way to start!
The rest of the weekend is spent with new friends and old friends, trips to doggy beaches and Old Navy, visiting mom and hanging with my main man.
Imexitedfortheweekendisitthursdayatfiveyet?
2 comments:
I hear ya. That's how my mom got 23 cats and 3 dogs. (which is now 16 cats and 2 dogs--yay!) So I want to help her out and take a 4th cat, but that is kind of a lot for a Chicago apt. And my memaw is in the hospital right now and she has a dog and 3 cats, so what is going to happen to those guys? It makes me want to take them all home with me, but we rent and it is a LOT of work just with the 3 kitties. And what if something happens to me or Fuzzy? What would we do then?
Yeah, I think about that kind of stuff all the time. Poor little animals. I think it is great that you are volunteering. I was going to do that at a cat shelter, but then it turns out that my life became that as it is...
Man, I don't even get that excited about the Fourth but this week has been soooooo long just knowing I get Friday AND Monday off!!
I totally understand about the animals--I am excited for you to volunteer with PAWS! I volunteered at a kitty shelter and I wanted to take all the little babies home. But it is so awesome when one gets adopted, which happens quite a bit, even the ones you get attached to get adopted before you can even think about it! :)
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