Volunteering with rescue dogs … y’all remember that I was going to take the class this last weekend in order to volunteer at the city shelter? When I said local, turns out that really meant 45 minutes away on the extreme other side of town. Yeah.
Here’s what I’ll be doing instead:
Isn’t the pup a doll? Here’s another beauty:
Low Riders is a local dachshund adoption group:
We exchanged information. The woman who runs the local group does the adoption thing out of the PetSmart near my house. She’s always looking for volunteers. The beauty of volunteering with dachshunds is that I shouldn’t be tempted to adopt any of them. They’re smallish. And hunters. And probably won’t do well with chickens and ducks.
Low Rider Rescue also has a Halloween thing happening in a couple of weeks, for any of my local dog friends who might want to participate, help out local rescue dogs.
I won’t be here. I’ll be in ATLANTA!!! I LOVE Atlanta. My aunt lives there. But I won’t be visiting Atlanta to see my favorite aunt. Oh no. I’m going to BARKWORLD!!!
Yeah. I’m a little excited. Jones Natural Chews is shipping me out there (in a crate, with air holes and shredded paper for my comfort, via FedEx – I kid, I’m driving). They’ll have a booth. Pretty sure I’ll be taking classes and helping however I can. In fact, I need to head to their site and plan my time there. I really am uber excited!
Speaking of Jones Natural Chews, I have one of their variety treat bags. I’m surprised at how inexpensive a huge bag of variety treats is, considering they’re all natural and 100% made in the USA. The Babies each got a new treat this morning (this is why I love the variety bag – we get to see which things they love without buying an entire bag).
Flash and Patches, my rescue dogs, lay on the floor for a solid half hour gnawing on these bones. They look a lot like a large rib bone. Y’know, when you’re eating spare ribs, the flat bone that’s left, the one you gnaw every little last bit of ever lovin’ meat off of before setting it back on the plate? Yeah, that. They didn’t feel inclined to share their bones with mom, either.
Even though I always share the good stuff with them. Things like pizza crust and baby carrots. It’s tough always being the mom.
Oh! And speaking of JNC’s all natural goodness, they’ve been able to add something new to their packaging:
Isn’t that exciting?! Congratulations Jones Natural Chews!
And that’s all I have. Time to clean out the duck cage – oh! Petey! I can’t let you go without your Petey for the day!
Until I write again …
Flea
