Thursday, December 01, 2005
Coming Home
This Thanksgiving, I flew to Ohio to visit with my family. It was a much needed break from shelter life. Working at the EBSPCA, as in any animal welfare organization, can grind you down if you're not careful. Stress from work can creep into your everyday life and can appear in your dreams as you sleep. It's important to make yourself step back and take a break. Otherwise, you'll go nuts.So, flying back to Ohio came at a perfect time. I was about due for some R&R and my nerves were feeling a little jangled. Taking a week off, sleeping in, and catching up with my family was just what the veterinarian ordered.
On Tuesday, I came back to work, grabbed my leash, and headed into the kennels for morning housebreaking. I opened up the first kennel, reached in, and snapped the leash on a big, boistrous, black Lab. As soon as I touched his fur, I got a little tingly sensation that shot from my fingers to my arm and then settled in my belly. Much as I enjoyed the time off, I missed sinking my fingers into shelter-dog fur. I missed meeting new furry faces and being sniffed by doggy noses.
Guess I'm in the right line of work.
