My husband has been going to the dogs for the last 2 years now.  It’s been quite an experience as you may imagine.  In fact, it has caused us to have some emotional moments.  A few days ago, was a typical occurrence because it was on a Friday.  When he would come home, he was exhausted and usually took a nap.  Afterwards, I would be able to see the effects of his day.  

But on that day, he had to tell me all that had happened right away when he came home.  And so I listened to one story and then another until he was finished.  As it happened, it had been a good day, except for being bruised by a client.  (If you could call him that!)

And then, there was a young worker who was quitting because she had found another job.  The staff was happy for her, as she was well-liked and appreciated.  But now they were going to have to wait for the “management” to find a replacement.

By now, you may have figured out where and what had happened.  He is a volunteer at a place called Pet Refuge.  Today was the second time he worked this week, because he has been subbing whenever a volunteer can’t make it on a different shift.

Going to the dogs has been a wonderful experience for him because he has always loved dogs and they are drawn to him.  Once in a while he will get nipped by a new dog who is scared.  Some of them may have been mistreated or hesitant with people, but once they can see how much he loves them, they love him back.

We have 2 dogs now, Ralphie and Franny, that we adopted from Pet Refuge, plus Tiny, our first dog,  who passed away.  I had never had a dog growing up, and was hesitant to get Tiny.  But after she passed, we needed another sweetheart in our family.  And then, we adopted another one.  They are entertaining as well as challenging, (for me at least).  But they are part of our family and we both love them.  So “going to the dogs” for us has been a very good thing.