First day at the shelter!!!

First day of school, first day at a new job, or first day volunteering, all the same; a lot of stress but always turns out great.

I can’t believe how nervous I was for this day. I’ve read the manuscript I received like a 100 times, on the way there I was really scared because it is impossible for me to get there on time. A series of reasons ran through my head why they could just send me home and not accept my time as a volunteer. You can imagine, by the time I arrived at the shelter, I was feeling sick, I was nervous I wanted to go home and all together just run to my room, and not come out until I felt comfortable.

But there I was walking in the door, still shaking a bit, however I had some experience working at a shelter, just like everything else, this was my first time working at such a society in the United States.

As I was walking in the door I could already hear the barking, from experience, now I know all the dogs go crazy when someone knew arrives at the location. I signed in, and everyone was really nice, they showed me around and taught me how to fold the newspapers, or clean the kennels. However it sounds simple, if these tasks are not performed properly, our work later.

Not so long after, I met Denver, the kennel tech, who taught me what I know, and I’m happy to consider her my friend today. She asked me to help her feed the dogs, in the other room.

This was the first time I’ve met Tracy and fell in love with her instantly. I thought to myself she may be the perfect dog, she was calm, clean, kind of sad, and unfortunately she had heartworms. Since I dedicated my first couple of time volunteering for observation rather than rushed decisions, I haven’t thought much about it.

Overall I realized it was silly for me to be so scared for something I ended up loving so much.