This isn’t an easy topic to bring up, but since I try to keep things pretty honest on here I know it must be addressed.
I don’t think that cheating ever “just happens.” I think it’s a choice that someone makes before they actually act upon it. I know people have their own thoughts on this and that’s fine, I’m just telling you mine.
I’m telling you my thoughts right now because recently (yesterday) I got caught red handed.
I told Harlow I was going to the store but I actually went to an animal shelter to see other dogs. There, I said it. I’d like to say it didn’t mean anything and it won’t ever happen again, but I know that’s a lie.
It meant a lot.
I went to Felines and Canines in Rogers Park and saw dogs of all shapes and sizes, staring at me with their sweet little faces, just wanting some human affection. I should note that this particular facility is a beautiful shelter. The dogs all had their own little rooms, complete with a comfy bed, a few toys, and food and water. It was clean as a whistle and they even had a sound machine playing ocean waves. But the way some of the pups had their wet noses pressed right up against the glass was just heartbreaking.
I was just going to walk one dog yesterday, a little pup that looked like she was climbing the walls dying to get out and burn some of that puppy energy. I could barely get little Rozzi on the leash before she was jumping all over me.
But after I walked her and brought her back inside her neighbor was looking at me like, are you seriously not going to walk me? C’mon, don’t do that. So then I walked her adorable blonde neighbor too.
By the time we got back the sweet old gal, Hannah, who was asleep when I arrived was officially awake and waiting near the glass for her walk. She was a little hesitant with me at first and I had to carry her upstairs, but when we got outside she turned into a different dog. She would walk a bit and then just turn and smile at me.
Hannah just relocated to Chicago after being in a pretty bad place in Kentucky. I guessed she was about 8 or 9. But the shelter said she’s only 3. Growing up in an overcrowded shelter like the ones in the south tends to age a dog pretty quickly.
By the time I took Hannah back I just accepted the fact that I was going to walk every dog in the row. They really didn’t give me much of choice.
This pretty girl is another Kentucky transplant. She just wanted to be outside smelling all the good scents in her sassy red jacket.
The thing I noticed with every dog is the moment we got outside they just wanted to run. And then I couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since they’d gotten the chance to do that? Do they ever get off leash? Probably not a lot.
The hardest part for me was taking each dog back into their little room. As I said before, Felines and Canines is a wonderful facility, probably as nice as a shelter gets, but still. It’s a shelter. And these dogs spend their entire day in a small square space. So after I unleashed each of them I would sit in their room for a bit and give them a good pet and scratch and tell them you is kind, you is smart, you is important, until I thought they were ready for me to go. But they were never ready. Little Rozzi actually threw herself on me at one point trying to keep me from leaving. A worker happened to peak in and saw us embracing in a very long dog hug, which was kind of awkward, but both the dog and I needed it so whatever.
When I got home it was even worse.
Harlow immediately greeted me at the door, toy in mouth as usual, but the moment he got a whiff of me he dropped his bear and looked at me suspiciously. I tried to spray myself with perfume in my car to cover up the scent of the other dogs, but Harlow knew. He knew it immediately.
He smelled every inch of my jeans and shoes while I made up excuses about where I was, but he wasn’t having it. He just looked at me like I was pitiful. Harlow can be very selfish. He’s the epitome of an only child and doesn’t understand a life without constant trips to the park/beach/wherever else he demands I take him. So he was less than happy to learn I’d been out galavanting with other bitches.
But whether Harlow likes it or not, I’m going to keep seeing my new dog pals. If he’s not careful I might just bring one of them home…
And just so you know, for those of you that ordered shirts, Felines and Canines is the first place where I’m donating a portion of the profits. So in one way or another, your money is going to help the pups you see above. So thank you for that. They thank you as well.
Have a great weekend! I promise to cut back on the dog posts next week. Then again, maybe not.
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