This week I started volunteering at a local no-kill animal shelter. I thought it would be a good way to spend my time while I'm unemployed and it might boost my resume a little. I've heard companies like their employees to be involved in the community. It can't hurt.
So far I'm really enjoying it. They're very laid back with the volunteers. I can show up whenever I want to and help wherever I feel like helping. I've walked dogs, petted cats, changed water. It's nice. The environment is nothing like I expected. Most of the cats are allowed to free roam in a large common area. The dogs have roomy kennels. Some are housed together, most are separated.
One of the kennels has a sign that says "I need car rides! Love, Noah". I decided to take Noah out over my lunch break. The staff said he would love to run free for a while so I brought him home and let him loose in the backyard. I gave him a playground ball to play with and he mutilated it in no time at all. Whoops! I think I got it away from him before he could swallow any pieces.
After a half hour of romping I had to take him back. He really seemed to enjoy the car ride. He sat right up front and stared out the window. He didn't want to go back in his kennel, which was kind of sad. I will probably take him out again when I get the chance.