So many thoughts this evening...

where do I begin.   I have no clue.  Half the time it feels as though my mind just wants to explode thoughts as I type but then I sit here and nothing comes.  What gives?   Hmmmpf...

Sith's have nothing on Molly.

PEW PEW I shoot you...

BeBe.. with the red filter on.  How I love his nose. 

I mean how could you not love that nose?  It snifs, it snuffles

it leads his way to Noms each day. Soft like velvet and cold 

like a toilet seat when it pokes you in the wrong place.  Brrr..

"I kiss his nose"  Even Molly adores that nose. See what 

I mean? How could anyone not love that handsome snoot?

 

So for those that don't know.  I volunteer at the K9 Shelter we have here in town.  It's a very small one and I for one am very proud at how clean and neat we keep it.   We seem to have a low rate of pups coming in and sometimes we go to other shelters to bring one here.  Adoptions seem to be very successful.  I have not witnessed one come back since I've been helping.   But then I've only been there just about 2 months.   I go each Monday evening and weekends.  It's something I look forward to greatly.   You see..  I used to be a Golden owner.  A big dog lover.  I still am and that's how I get my fix.   I love on them and they love me in return.   I can give back to my community in a small way.  I can't give them $ because well .. let's face it I know I'm considered poor by income standards but I have time to give and what better way?  It's a good give give situation for me. 

This evening I went in.  We had 3 dogs.  Tonight I got a note that we are now down to 2.  Someone drove all the way from Portland to adopt one of our furkins.   What pleasure it gave me to read that note.  I pray for a long and happy furever home.  

So here's a self portrait of myself.  Wet from being outside playing with the furkins in the rain.  I look so much better with a bit of makeup and my hair not plastered to my face.  But it's me.  Au natural. 

It's a small shelter like I said.  Room for 8 dogs, 4 on each side.  Before taking in small dogs was an issue because they could escape but they have just put up a new building that will house small ones as they come in.   Forbid that they do.  I might bring them home with me.  I have yet to see the inside of it.  It's still fenced off from the main yard.  I'm not sure if the inside is done yet.  But we will have a washer and dryer that someone so kindly donated.  A toilet <--- that was a big hooray from all the ladies that volunteer.  I can't wait to see the finished product.  It will be a good thing. 

Now last..  but never ever least.  Something special to share.   

My sweet Zoe, only 7 loves to draw and came up to me this evening with this wonderful bit of art.  I can't wait to see the next creation.