Walks with my canine friends at the shelter continue. There is always a need.
Most of my furry buddies are pretty excited to get out into the snow, delighted to snuffle their noses a bit in the white stuff. They want to chase things down into the bushes, and explore the tracks of those who’ve gone before them. There are actually quite a few birds flitting around in the trees and brush, teasing the dogs with their chirps.
Some of the residents are so incredibly loving and anxious for affection — they are more interested in cuddling or petting than walking. A few are so bruised from their personal histories that they are petrified with fear. It breaks my heart on both ends of the spectrum.
They wear the ghosts of their histories. Just like people, they are each interesting and individual and feeling. I am glad they have a safe, warm, and caring place to be right now, but I am sad for the path that led to their arrival there.
I come away from my shelter walks with a smile, but always feeling blue, too.
earth sky air 
Oh, bless you for this loving volunteer work!! It’s so precious to their souls💜💜
Aw, thank you, but really they’re a gift in my life. 🙂
Bless you and what a cutie. So fortunate to have your help
Aw, thanks, the dogs are blessings to me. 🙂
Thank you for helping our innocent animals that suffer so much in silence…You have a big heart!<3
Thank you, but it’s just a small thing I can do and it blesses me in many ways. 🙂
Just like us, each dog 🐶 is different and can teach us much. ❤️🦋🌀
So true! 🙂
That’s so nice that you do that! I’d end up with many more then my two if I did that 😀
Oh, I know! It’s hard to resist!:) Thanks for visiting!