I was trying to figure out something interesting to write about today since today wasn't a rescue day, but more of an administration day. I went through the rescue's bank account after making a deposit and thinking "Damn, it feels good to make a deposit." But I suppose everybody feels that way about money regardless if you're a rescue or not.
David stepped in dog diarrhea in the middle of the night last night. Poor guy actually slid in it in his barefeet. I wasn't sure what woke me up, his loud groan, the stench of dog poop, or David hobbling to turn on all the lights in the bedroom with dog diarrhea dripping off the bottom of his foot. I guess these things are expected with a geriatric 13-14 year old dog. Poor girl sometimes just can't wake us up in time.
Speaking of "old girls", I received an email from a local Humane Society with a picture of "Missy":
I've been receiving quite a few "urgent" surrender calls. I don't like taking owner surrenders. In fact, I rarely ever do. One guy actually left me a voicemail saying he had a "UNIQUE situation" as he "really loves his two cats, but his girl friend is allergic". I couldn't call him back and speak to him with any sense of compassion, so I didn't. (call him back, that is) Really and truly - he said he had a "unique situation". I wish I could be more compassionate over situations like this, but I always end up sounding bitchy.
If you haven't figured it out by now, I have absolutely no rhyme or reason to this blog post today. However, I've found that as soon as I push "publish" something will come up where I wish I had posted about THAT.
Certainly talking about dog diarrhea may have hit the bottom of the blog barrel for topics.