I probably first asked for a dog when I was 3, having chased 10 German Shepherd puppies around my grandmother's garden and deciding they were fun, but got a big fat 'no' from my parents. At 8 my parents gave me a baby sister and my grandmother tried to convince me she was better than a dog. There was an incident where my neighbour claimed I tried to walk my toddler sister like a dog (it really was a baby walking harness), but my precocious sister figured the harness had attracted quite a bit of unwanted attention, and refused to ever wear it again.
I continued asking for a dog over the years, and now, at 24, I've decided that if I cannot bring a dog home, I will go to where the dogs are. The day I made that decision I visited the SPCA
website, got hooked, became depressed because of the large number of pets left with the SPCA every year, and asked my boyfriend to visit the place with me one Saturday.
And now I have volunteered, and this blog is my SPCA volunteer journal. Slowly I will save the world, cleaning one dog (or cat/small animal) cage at a time.
