Happiness Is Many Warm Puppies
Do I smell like puppy poop to you?
Puppies haven taken over at Animal Haven. Sets of two and three puppies are cuddled together in nearly every dog corral and crate.
I spend my volunteer shift alternating between cleaning up runny puppy poop or holding puppies while another volunteer cleans up the poop. We all work together.
Animal Haven is hosting a wine event on the 3rd floor which I can’t get anywhere near because the puppies are moving . . . to foster homes, to permanent homes or just worming around the joint.
Chaotic shouts heard on the lower level:
—Inchworm just got adopted!
—Carnation is adopted!
—Missouri is going home tomorrow!
Seeing these sweet innocents finding homes so fast cheers the heart. I whisper to the small, timid Black Lab siblings, “Don’t worry, you guys will be next.”
The tiny Chihuahua, Durango, gets my attention. Rather than barking, he squeaks like a stuffed animal. The sound is so pathetic, I can’t resist picking him up and cuddling him.
Durango quiets instantly and licks me on the lips and doesn’t stop.
Later, I wait for the subway and I am surprised that a couple sits on the bench next to me. I am sure I smell like poop, but they don’t flinch.
Two women sit next to me on the train when there are plenty of other seats available. Maybe I only think I smell like poop.