Today is the first time in my entire life doing volunteer work, doing something meaningful that is even better than receiving your part-time job pay (i swear). It is probably my love and affection for dogs that make me feel this way from the bottom of my heart.
I have always wanted to have a dog since young, like any other kids, just so that I would have a friend to play with. But I have never thought about the other way around - that some dogs are not that fortunate to even have something to play with.
Those are the lives of abandoned and homeless dogs. They wander on streets, deserted lands, dangerous highways and nobody knows what they think about all the time they are out surviving on their own in harsh conditions. Nobody really cares about them and it really hurts my heart to come across articles of abandoned dogs getting run over by cars.
That is why I decided to sacrifice some of my time to spend time with the furries (ok that is what I am going to call them from now on hahaha) at the shelter. I learnt many things today, things like how to retrieve dogs from the kennel, how to handle them the proper way, and it was pretty fun.
New volunteers were assigned to handle a dog so as to familiarize the ways and I was assigned to Stout. Stout is now 8 years old. Before I came to the shelter for the first time today, I came to know about him through the shelter’s website, and he is the one that stood out to me. I even have thoughts of adopting him (but my house is too small for him). Don’t ask me why, because he is just that special (lol totally not saying that the other furries are not). So when I was assigned to him, I was elated.
Stout was really calm, but too calm. He was nonchalant. He did not show any sign of excitement or reluctance when I was helping him wear his collar or when I brought him out of his kennel. He was just chilled. It is probably because of his age. But I know that I would have to spend more time with him and shower him with love even more, after I remembered reading from the website that he was a lost dog for 7 years.
How the hell does one survive out in the open like that for 7 years?
I hope he is sleeping well right now. I miss him already. Cannot wait to see him again next week.
P.S: If you are considering to get a dog, ADOPT! They deserve a loving home and they are all waiting to be in one.