Archive for June, 2010

Dog Volunteering Day Is A Very Dangerous Day

I absolutely adore doing my part with the Bill Foundation. These people let me sit with tons of dogs and get free love. Every other Sunday I come home with dog hair, what are hopefully dirt stains streaked on the front of my shirt, and some minor scratches from overzealous Chihuahuas who demand love immediately.

Today was a little bit special, because I walked out with more than I usually do.

I arrived later than usual, due to Father’s Day brunch at Off Vine. (Yes! It’s open again!) Quick greetings to the volunteers all around before I slipped into the puppy room (where any dog under twenty pounds gets to play) to say hello. I recognized everyone in there except for one new addition: an adorable black and white scruffy dog named Banjo.

After a few minutes of observation, it was painfully obvious that Banjo was trying to show his dominance over the dogs in the room. Angus, another one of our scruffy dogs, had just returned from being shown and was being sniffed out. Banjo decided to try and mount Angus. Growling was heard, and the next thing we knew, the two were going at it.

Thank goodness there was another volunteer with me in the room. We tried to separate the dogs quickly, but somebody had the other in his mouth, so pulling them apart was a bit of a challenge. At this point it was a matter of trying to reach in and stop the biting as the dogs were rolling and snarling.

Somewhere down the line, I got bitten on the middle finger of my left hand. It started bleeding almost immediately, so I wrapped it in a paper towel and asked for a bandage. People were asking if I was okay, but it happened so fast that it took me a while to realize that my finger was starting to hurt.

The wound, which is pictured after the cut, looks a lot worse than it is. (If you’re squimish, don’t look and don’t comment on this post.) It’s going to bruise up nicely and should be a pretty good conversation piece at work tomorrow. Unfortunately, it does call for a tetanus shot to be safe, which I’m not looking forward to. And it takes a little bit longer to type with the bandage.

This experience does not in any way deter me from spending time with these dogs. True, this is the worst bite I’ve ever received, but accidents happen, and the bite wasn’t at all painful. I’ve slathered my finger in Neosporin (the one with the pain eliminating element), slapped an oversized bandage on it, and am resting comfortably.

hazards of volunteering

Tomorrow may be a different case after the shot.

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Two Years Ago

Two years ago today was one of the most painful I’d ever experienced.

Two years ago, on this day, is the day I lost my beloved labrador to cancer.

It had been exactly a week since he was first diagnosed. We thought we had a little bit more time before he passed.


That was taken about a month before the end. He got lazy in his old age, but on this particular day, he had enough energy to go around the block a couple of times. In fact, he was kind of annoyed with me that I was only going to take him around the block once and stopped dead in his tracks. Since I couldn’t really drag a 14 year old, 95 pound dog who didn’t want to go back home, I let him have his way.

On closer inspection, it looks like he’s smirking at me.

I’d always heard the phrase “died from a broken heart” in stories but never truly believed it. Two years ago today, I think a tiny piece did die.

Did Honesty Die?

Last night I had dinner with a couple of friends. I ordered a cup of soup to go with my dinner. (This part is important.) When the check came, we all took a look to figure out who owed what.

Our server forgot to charge me for my soup.

I waited for the server to come back so the soup could be added to the bill. My friends (whom I met while working in the hospitality industry) were surprised – they would have just kept quiet and enjoyed the fact that they received a freebie.

When the server came back, I told her that she’d forgotten to add the soup. She waived it off and said it was on her, so I gave her a big thank-you tip.

Having worked in the hospitality industry for some time, food is one of the things that’s always written off. And that point was brought up while I was waiting for the check to be corrected.

But you know what? The guilt would have eaten at me.

It’s not like I didn’t enjoy the soup. And the service wasn’t awful.

In short, I’d have no plausible reason to take advantage of my good fortune.

Which seriously makes me wonder: did honesty die? ‘Cause if it did, then I’m going to be annoyed.