SETTLING IN

If I had a dollar for every time I tried to sit down and write this post, I’d be able to buy a lot of bully sticks. For some reason I just can’t get the thoughts from my brain on to my screen in a way that I’m happy with. But I just snuggled into a cozy corner of Starbucks with a peppermint mocha and classical Christmas music, and I’m not leaving until I get this done. Nothing like setting myself up for success, right?

The past eight months have felt like my life has been turned upside down and re-centered, all at the same time. To give you a refresher, I left my 9-5 event planning job in May to take two part time jobs: one on the behavior team at my local animal shelter, and one doing dog training with private clients.

I am so happy I made the jump, and there’s nothing I regret about the decision, but I can’t say it’s been completely easy and stress-free. The transition from being development staff for an animal shelter to working hands on with the animals was harder than I expected. I’ve worked in two other shelters prior to this one; I’ve seen and experienced what sheltering is about. Or so I thought. But I spent the first few months in my new role exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Working so closely with the animals has its positives and negatives.

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My favorite part about working on a shelter behavior team is, as you can probably guess, the behavior. Oh my goodness, the stuff we get to see! I think I’ve seen more dog behavior here in eight months than I’d see in years as a private dog trainer. We evaluate every dog that comes in, so I’ve experienced the squishy, adorable emaciated stray dog, and the gives-you-the-heebie-jeebies-better-get-my-defensive-handling-skills-ready owner surrender. We quite literally never know what is going to walk through the door.

I’ve also found that working at an open-admission city shelter has made me fall more in love with my community. I’m proud to work for an organization that values the people we serve and prioritizes keeping our community safe. I get to know the people coming to us for help, whether I’m talking with them about a dog they are surrendering, or helping to match them with their new best friend, or giving them advice about an animal they just adopted. Putting a face with the homes our animals are going to helps me remember how I can best help animals by helping the people who love them. That part is, as a whole, quite rewarding.

I’m sure you can also guess what the toughest part is. It’s both a blessing and a curse to get to be involved in decisions about euthanasia. So far, there hasn’t been a decision made that I don’t agree with, but that doesn’t necessarily make any of them easier. I’ve been there as we said goodbye to animals who are no longer healthy, happy or comfortable. I’ve fed them hot dogs as they took their last breaths, knowing that someone failed them long before they came to us, and that they spent their final days knowing what a consistent meal, warm bed, and fierce love felt like. The emotional weight the job of a shelter worker brings is something I actually welcome, as I know it takes a certain kind of person to be able to do our jobs with responsibility, compassion and empathy. If that person is me, then so be it.

The following are all pictures from work over the past few months. We really do have a great time working with the animals. I love love love my team. While we do have to deal with the tough stuff, admittedly there is a decent amount of “playing with puppies” (aka what my friends think I do all day) as well.

At my other job, I find that my work with private clients helps to balance out the emotional fatigue I sometimes carry from the shelter. The shelter is full of animals who are not yet committed to by anyone (loved by the staff, of course, but you know what I mean). With my private clients, I see the dedicated families putting work in with their pet dogs. It’s refreshing, and it’s usually just what I need in the middle of my work week (I’m at the shelter Sunday – Tuesday and see clients the rest of the week). Having the time to really dedicate to my clients makes working with them that much more rewarding. I’ve gotten so close with so many of my regulars. From rushing one client’s dog to the emergency vet because he got bloat when I was walking him (he survived!), to mourning the passing of another’s pup as the dog declined during the months we spent training her younger sister, my clients truly feel like family to me sometimes!

Through all the ups and downs, when I take a step back and look at where I am now, I can’t help but realize how different this life feels than my “past life” (which is how I refer to my role as an event planner). There’s never a day I wake up and dread going to work — in fact, quite the opposite. Even though I work pretty much six full days a week, I’m not feeling any kind of burnout yet. I think that’s because I am so fulfilled by what I’m doing for “work.” My friends are hitting the age where you start to realize working your butt off in a window-less cubicle for a nice paycheck kind of sucks. I can’t say I relate to that. I almost feel, I don’t know, selfish? self conscious? in a way, because I’ve been able to find a career that makes me so incredibly happy, while many of my peers are miserable at their desk jobs.

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Life outside of work is great as well. I’ve found a mental escape in the workout group I joined a little over a year ago. Three times a week I go run a bunch of miles with them before I start my day with the dogs. They helped me run the Marine Corps Marathon in October! These workouts and these people help so much with my work-life balance.

I’m spending time with my friends. I continue to fall in love with DC every day. My friend Eran fostered another dog that every once in a while I pretended was my own. I’m giving seminars on behalf of Dog Latin. Life is good, guys. I’m really lucky.

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A big shout of to my friends who kept calling me out for not keeping up with this space the past six months. Hopefully I’ll be back soon.

Happy Holidays!


Georgia On My Mind.

Most of you know how a house feels with the absence of a pet: very empty. After Zabora was such a joy to have, Aleksandra and I knew we wanted to get our hands on another dog and save another life as soon as possible. Only problem? She is moving at the end of October and I am swamped with Love Ball preparations until the end of October. Perfect solution? Aleks pulls the dog, fosters her in the mean time or until she is adopted, and I take over when I have a life again after Love Ball and she has to move. Wahoo!

Next step: picking another dog. Staring at a shelter full of 90+ incredible dogs with enormous potential and having to pick ONE is an extremely daunting task. How do you decide which one you take? What about the next one that comes along? That shy boy you discover in the cage just past the timid one you chose, do you change your mind for him?

This is why a lot of the time your foster chooses you. There will be one that, by a series of events, ends up in front of you like it is meant to be in your life. That is what happened with Zabora and me, that is what happened with Otis. Well, while Aleks and I were at the shelter scrutinizing over what dog to take next, we were chosen.

Photo cred to Aleksandra of Love & a Six-foot Leash.

Meet Curious Georgia, a little girl with an unknown story and a huge heart. Georgia is an Elderbull, though probably on the younger side of that classification, maybe six-ish. She came in as a skinny and scared stray. She was overlooked time and time again because of the same shy attitude that makes her such a gentle, loving dog.  She is immediately attracted to laps and smiles, and she lives like humans have never betrayed her – though the calluses on her elbows that suggest a life on concrete hint to the contrary.

Curious Georgia was plucked from the shelter at her last possible moment by one of my co-workers who, despite her house full to the brim with other fosters, couldn’t bear to imagine the fate of this little girl if she went unnoticed one more time.  She took her home not sure what the next step was for Miss Georgia, or who would keep her long-term, but knowing at least she was safe. It was about this time our paths crossed, and taking on Georgia seemed like a no brainer for us. That was only solidified when Aleks met her for the first time at the shelter, and Georgia took to her like it was love at first sight (didn’t you see that picture!).

I haven’t gotten the chance to get to know her much yet because I am still knee (or waist or chin) deep in Love Ball nonsense, but from what I already know and have been reading – Georgia is exactly the gem we thought she was. She is quiet, housebroken, gentle, and loves to be close to you. She is good on walks, with other dogs, meeting new people… I really think I could go on. All of these good reports are without even truly knowing much about her personality. I can’t wait to learn more about her, and get to know her as a part of the family.

Welcome, Curious Georgia!

Photo cred to Aleksandra of Love & a Six-foot Leash