Hello, August

I believe I have finally found what I am meant to do with my life. I'm supposed to work with dogs, definitely. I love my job. There are days where I would like to stay longer, and if I could, I would. I don't even think of it as a job. I feel like the drive there and home are worse. That's the work, driving there. And being at the kennel is just something fun to do. I love each of those dogs. It's amazing when the dogs recognize you and get just as excited to see you. There are multiple dogs who come for daycare Monday- Friday. Those are all my babies. Just seeing those tails wag when they first see you can make every bad feeling go away. You're not supposed to have your favorites, but we all do. I try to treat them equally, but there are 3 who have iin between, really. She's my baby though. She could get away with murder. She's not even my dog and when I see dog toys and whatever, I think that she needs them. I've been able to stop myself. But she's still spoiled.
Anyway,  this job has made me think more about my sanctuary center. I know what I want to do and how. It's just the materials and money that I need. One day