Change is good.

Last week I started a new job at my local humane society - a job I've been waiting for since I applied in the beginning of March - and, even over the course of just a week, I am amazed at how very humbling working at a place like this can be. Sure, I've been to the shelter several times... most recently to adopt our newest family member, Delaney. ( A rigorous undertaking because of her Pit Bull breeding) But, a simple stroll past the kennels does not do it justice. To glance at the sad faces, eager pups, barkers, super-barkers, cute kittens, sultry cats and the timid poopers before going on one's merry way gives very little insight into what a facility like this is really about. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? I work part-time, so I only get to be there a few days a week... and, I have been assigned to the "dog side" ... (there is a "cat side", which I get to walk through in the morning, but that's pretty much all I do on that side

Just a quick note to say I haven't disappeared. In fact, I've just started a new job at my local animal shelter, which I plan to write about ~soon~. But, for now, I'm sore, dirty, smelly, tired and thoroughly happy with my new line of work. Also, I have two birthday cakes to bake this week (one for my dad and one for my son) and a trip to Luray Caverns this Saturday ... which I will also be blogging about once I get the time... and a much needed nap. TTFN Best Beloved :)