Recently I began volunteering at our local Humane Society. I’ve been crazy about animals since I was very young, dogs always being my favorite, and I figured my time and energy would be well spent helping homeless pets get taken care of and adopted. I figured correct because it has been one of the greatest experiences of my life.
Because not only am I a dog handler and get to spend lots of time with puppies and training dogs, which are two of my favorite things to do, but I also have become the photographer for the humane society’s site. My job is to take pictures of the new dogs/puppies that come in so we have updated pictures of the available pets on the website. I also put them on my Humane Society blog.
It has been so much fun. I love working with my fellow animal lovers and making myself useful around the shelter. I’ve been able to combine my two passions and put them to work — and good work at that.
There’s just one teensy weensy problem…
I keep falling in love.
I can’t help that all of the puppies are 100% adorable and that I want to take them all home! I was actually doing okay…until today. When I met Bella.
Oh. My. Gosh. I wanted that puppy.
Most of the puppies go crazy when you take them out. Bella was content to curl up in my lap and fall asleep.
I loved the other pups and would have taken any of them home, but this one very quickly stole my heart. She fell in love with me, curling up against me and whining at the cage door when I wasn’t holding her, and I with her. She was amazingly sweet and cute.
But alas, my cruel parents said no. I could not take her home like I so longed to, and chances are I will not see her again since such a cute puppy is sure to adopt out very quickly. But I will never forget that cute little puppy that was content to snuggle in my lap and give me kisses.
And I’m sure I’ll fall in love all over again with another puppy next week. Cause, that’s just what I do.