It was the long weekend and I had gone back to Niagara to see my family and celebrate my brother's birthday. And as per family custom, we had waited last minute to buy gifts (oh but Ian if you're reading this please know we hadn't forgotten, just neglected to put our plan of buying such wonderful gifts into action).
So my mother and I loaded into the car and headed into the city. We stopped by a few stores and picked up what we wanted and then went to head home. As we started to leave, my mother asked out of the blue, "what do you think about 'just looking' at the dogs available in the humane society?". What? Was she out of her mind? That was like asking a kid if they wanted to take a passing glance through the candy store. She didn't have to ask me twice...and before I knew it we were approaching the reception of the humane society.
"We were wondering if we could just take a look at the dogs available" we said to the receptionist with hesitant voices. Oh goodness, this was the start of our fall. We were kidding ourselves. Just looking...we must have been insane. I strongly believe you have to have a heart of steel to enter the humane society and see all those sad eyes begging to be adopting and not think that you won't be pulled in.
And there we were, entering the dog area...also known as the bark zone. Oh the noise in there...it was incredible...just heart breaking. As soon as any human enters, it seems as the dogs know it's their chance to say exactly what they want. "Let us out...We've been here too long....Please won't you take me home with you?".
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