Monday, April 27, 2009
On Sunday, I took my daughter to a birthday party at the Pulaski County Humane Society in Little Rock.
A birthday party? At an animal shelter?
Yes, indeed! Why? Because the birthday girl -- a student in my daughter's homeroom at school -- wanted it that way. It seems she's been learning about missions in church and wanted to do her part to help a worthy cause in her community. So, instead of presents, she requested that all in attendance donate $10 to the animal shelter.
That's a very unselfish request and it's all the more impressive when you consider it was made by an eight-year-old girl.
The kids had a great time playing with dogs, looking at cats and begging their parents for a new dog (Brenda is pictured at the top of this post with the dog she wanted). I'm certain more than a couple of parents left with a new pet in tow, but I refused as we've got three dogs and I figure that's more than enough.
Besides, we adopted a three-legged shelter dog a couple of years ago and have spoiled her rotten. I've done my part and I'm sure we'll probably stop by the local Humane Society the next time we need a dog.
Even if I had adopted a dog, I would have made my wife furious. The dog I would have brought home reminded me of Cobb, my rat terrier who is best described as a lovable rascal. Yes, there was a female rat terrier mix at the shelter who reminded me a lot of my Cobb in that she was hyperactive and managed to escape out the front door and avoid capture for at least a few minutes.
Rat terriers are pains in the ass. Mine escapes the yard when he can, has spent the night in the pound after animal control nabbed him one day and he once figured out to open the latch on our back gate (we've kept it padlocked since).
Rat terriers are great dogs, though. Cobb is as loyal as the day is long and he kills the snakes in my yard (we live near the Saline River here in Benton, Ark., so those slithering pests are common), so I'd say he's worth the trouble. I wouldn't mind another one of those things running around the house, but I'm sure my wife would throw a fit.
Slowing down a bit
I'll be happily editing and writing magazine copy for the next few days, so I doubt I'll get to update this blog as much as I'd like. After writing all day long at work, I have a feeling I won't be too keen on the idea of coming home and writing some more.
I'll be flinging my usual nonsense at this blog before long, of course.