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First bike to work day of the day. Lovely day, good temperature, Windy As Fuck. But I get the wind to my back when I go home, so that's going to be supersweet.

Yesterday I volunteered at my first offsite pet adoption event with the local humane society. I got to stumble around like a clueless newbie that got in the way for the most part, but I did get to walk a couple of dogs, someone filled out an application for the kittens, and someone else was interested in fostering and I got to connect the dots with her, so that was nice.

I'm still trying to get used to this whole "walk the dog" thing. I like friends' dogs just great, but I'm leery of walking shelter dogs because I'm afraid they'll slip the leash and run out into the street and die and it will all be my fault, or I'll do something that'll remind the dog of something traumatic in their past and they'll rip my head off and I'll die and it'll all be my fault. But the other thing is, dog walking looks really fun. And most of the dogwalkers come back from their walks and most of them still have their limbs attached. It's a puzzler.

So yesterday I walked a little four year old miniature pinscher/pug mix (imagine *those* parents, if you will) that looks like she'd given birth to half the puppies in Northwest Indiana. I liked her: She didn't bark, got along with other dogs well enough, and tolerated stupid humans. When she'd pull on the leash I'd stop walking. Eventually, after enough times, we went as many as twenty steps without her pulling on the leash. In short, my kind of dog.

And then I went home to snag Vali to take her out for ice cream. This place in particular. It was goooood ice cream. Now we have another place to take our pals when they come visit, and it's just right down the road, an amazing find. Buy it from the grumpy man, I dare ya!

Not much else apart from that. Work is frustrating as always, but at least I have an office with a window. After being in PetSmart for hours under dim lights, you realize how much you take natural lighting for granted.

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Date: 2008-03-16 11:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] averysmallthing.livejournal.com
I used to come in every weekday and take care of the shelter cats at my local PetSmart, but I stopped because they weren't giving the kitties adequate medical treatment. I was afraid mine would get something from me, and PetSmart kept making them clear the place out and disinfect the cages because everyone stayed so sick, so near the end, there weren't kitties there very often, anyway.

I still miss my shelter kitties, though.

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Date: 2008-03-17 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] viedma.livejournal.com
I'm sorry, that really sucks. The animals they have at these adoption events are pretty lucky in that they come from rescue organizations, not from mills, so there's someone out there monitoring their health all the time.

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Date: 2008-03-17 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] averysmallthing.livejournal.com
This was a rescue organization, too, not a mill. Mine was just crap. All the kittens had untreated respiratory infections and all the young adults had intestinal parasites, and everyone else had ringworm and ear mites. They just refused the ones housed at PetSmart medical care, hoping they'd get adopted before they had to pay the vet bills. :(

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Date: 2008-03-17 03:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] annlarimer.livejournal.com
I'm leery of walking shelter dogs because I'm afraid they'll slip the leash and run out into the street and die and it will all be my fault

This happens a lot. In fact, it's how 90% of shelter dogs die. >.>

Mom and I once found a shelter dog we adored, but apparently she reminded him of something traumatic in his past, and he wouldn't even come out of the cage. Mom was really hurt but pretended she wasn't.

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Date: 2008-03-17 04:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] viedma.livejournal.com
If dogs could talk, they would tell her hey Missus Lady, iz nothing personal, it wasn't you.

Come to think of it, the dog I walked, the only time she went a little squirrly on me is when I bent down and looked her in the eye.

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Date: 2008-03-17 04:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] annlarimer.livejournal.com
Oh. No. Don't do that with a dog you don't know well. It's a dominance thing, and they'll think you're rebuking them or are threatening to give them a good asskicking.

Babies like it, though.

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Date: 2008-03-17 05:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] viedma.livejournal.com
I like to give babies a good asskicking.

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Date: 2008-03-17 05:17 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] annlarimer.livejournal.com
Well, yeah. I like that squeaky noise they make when you punt them.

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