Dear Davis,
I went in for my completion meeting with Marnie (yes Davis, she is as much fun as her name would suggest-- which is a lot). I know I really haven't talked about my trainer but she's super nice, love being around her. I think one of my favorite things about her is her voice.
Anyways, I have my keys. I'm missing one, but she's making a copy for me. Other than that, I have a master key to all of the kennels/condos in the Small Animal room. It's a big job... or rather a busy job. I have favorites (Candy- she's a rabbit). Binx, another rabbit was adopted the day before I came in. Binx was an owner surrender because the mom wouldn't let the kids keep it. I'm happy she's gone to a forever home. Lela has also been adopted (Basset Hound). I know I'm not in the dog section, but I do pass by their kennels so I get to know them.
I'm not used to Guinea Pigs or *shudder* Rats.
My goal is to hold Tommy (the Rat). I can handle everything but his tail... his tail seriously just freaks me out. Maybe next time...
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T-minus 3,487.5 hours til Davis.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Saturday, June 2, 2012
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Dear Davis,
I completed orientation with the 'Sacramento Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals'. I was able to tour the facility a bit as well. What an eye opener. It's so much more different than the Animal Samaritans Shelter.
First: It's a lot bigger.
Second: It's definitely not "home-y"
It's a large scale operation. On a positive note, all the dogs have air conditioning (at the Animal Samaritans Shelter the dogs that were outside had a misting system and were only brought in when they deemed it to hot to keep them outside.
There's a lot more different types. Big dogs, Bunnies, Guinea Pigs, and Rats. I asked to begin small animal socialization training (for bunnies, guinea pigs, and rats). Another difference is that they have an outside area for the cats that is completely screened in. They will also not ask me to disinfect or clean kennels out (I have mixed feelings... the dish washing tub and I got along ok).
I didn't count my two hours of orientation towards you. I hope you appreciate that.
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I completed orientation with the 'Sacramento Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals'. I was able to tour the facility a bit as well. What an eye opener. It's so much more different than the Animal Samaritans Shelter.
First: It's a lot bigger.
Second: It's definitely not "home-y"
It's a large scale operation. On a positive note, all the dogs have air conditioning (at the Animal Samaritans Shelter the dogs that were outside had a misting system and were only brought in when they deemed it to hot to keep them outside.
There's a lot more different types. Big dogs, Bunnies, Guinea Pigs, and Rats. I asked to begin small animal socialization training (for bunnies, guinea pigs, and rats). Another difference is that they have an outside area for the cats that is completely screened in. They will also not ask me to disinfect or clean kennels out (I have mixed feelings... the dish washing tub and I got along ok).
I didn't count my two hours of orientation towards you. I hope you appreciate that.
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Saturday, May 26, 2012
Day: Unknown
Dear Davis,
It's been a very, very long time. And it's been nearly a year since I wrote to you, but less than that since I was thinking about the goals I have set myself. I think I understand now what people mean by not letting "life get in the way". I promise I went and volunteered at the shelter a few times before I got married. Marbles had passed away, an older lady and her husband adopted two polydactyl kittens. It was a litter of 4 or 5 the detail escapes me now. I saw Leslie#1 and Leslie #2 before I left. I woke up at 4:30 one morning to be at the shelter by 5am to send a dog to a rescue. I didn't say good-bye I'm not very good at it.
I will allow myself a moment to grieve. I do it quietly because I don't think I'm supposed to. I see how people treat animals and the abuse and abandonment and it makes me angry. Not at the world, just at people. People who hurt things just for their own pleasure.
I guess what I mean to say is I'm jealous. My cat died... or was killed I suppose though I can only talk about it if I say he died. He died or rather my dad and my brother, who scoured neighborhoods looking for him, found him. Tuesday night. I had to give a midterm speech on Wednesday morning. I was a mess. I didn't make it through our presentation. There was a service dog named "Lady" breed: pit bull. The type of breed that killed Tux. The person who knew her dog had killed my cat left him there... she didn't even bother to move him. Left him where he lay. My dad said it was 'clean'... his neck was broken. Everytime I saw the dog, heard its collar ring in class I thought of that until I couldn't take it and I left. Walked out. I stayed long enough to go to Math-- midterm-- I wrote "Sorry" on it and walked out. My professor followed and when he did I broke down and cried. I explained and I left. I went home and cried. I cried for the cat that came everytime, everytime I called his name. The cat who sat on my car roof when I drove in from a late class. The cat who hogged the foot of the bed. The cat who came home every night to sleep. The cat who... I still miss.
Thursday: We took him to be cremated. My dad made me let him pay because he said it was the last thing he could do for him.
I never went back to school Davis. I don't think that makes me a quitter. I think it makes me human. I picked up the remains on Saturday morning... the Saturday I got married. Justin went with me, I didn't cry but I had a lump in my throat so big it hurt, kind of like I have now.
I guess I just wanted to say that I made a big step and called the Sacramento Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals... I have orientation on June 2nd.
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It's been a very, very long time. And it's been nearly a year since I wrote to you, but less than that since I was thinking about the goals I have set myself. I think I understand now what people mean by not letting "life get in the way". I promise I went and volunteered at the shelter a few times before I got married. Marbles had passed away, an older lady and her husband adopted two polydactyl kittens. It was a litter of 4 or 5 the detail escapes me now. I saw Leslie#1 and Leslie #2 before I left. I woke up at 4:30 one morning to be at the shelter by 5am to send a dog to a rescue. I didn't say good-bye I'm not very good at it.
I will allow myself a moment to grieve. I do it quietly because I don't think I'm supposed to. I see how people treat animals and the abuse and abandonment and it makes me angry. Not at the world, just at people. People who hurt things just for their own pleasure.
I guess what I mean to say is I'm jealous. My cat died... or was killed I suppose though I can only talk about it if I say he died. He died or rather my dad and my brother, who scoured neighborhoods looking for him, found him. Tuesday night. I had to give a midterm speech on Wednesday morning. I was a mess. I didn't make it through our presentation. There was a service dog named "Lady" breed: pit bull. The type of breed that killed Tux. The person who knew her dog had killed my cat left him there... she didn't even bother to move him. Left him where he lay. My dad said it was 'clean'... his neck was broken. Everytime I saw the dog, heard its collar ring in class I thought of that until I couldn't take it and I left. Walked out. I stayed long enough to go to Math-- midterm-- I wrote "Sorry" on it and walked out. My professor followed and when he did I broke down and cried. I explained and I left. I went home and cried. I cried for the cat that came everytime, everytime I called his name. The cat who sat on my car roof when I drove in from a late class. The cat who hogged the foot of the bed. The cat who came home every night to sleep. The cat who... I still miss.
Thursday: We took him to be cremated. My dad made me let him pay because he said it was the last thing he could do for him.
I never went back to school Davis. I don't think that makes me a quitter. I think it makes me human. I picked up the remains on Saturday morning... the Saturday I got married. Justin went with me, I didn't cry but I had a lump in my throat so big it hurt, kind of like I have now.
I guess I just wanted to say that I made a big step and called the Sacramento Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals... I have orientation on June 2nd.
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