There are so many instances when good people do really great work and don’t always get the recognition for it.
We have so many people to be thankful for at the Cumberland Valley Animal Shelter. The holidays are the perfect time of year for gratitude, and I worry that sometimes a thank you isn’t always enough.
I used to be really interested in understanding things. When I was in high school, I worked to understand the algebra problems so I’d end up with the right answer. Didn’t always conclude the way I would have liked, but I still wanted to understand so I could get a good grade.
It’s Dog Walk time! Can you believe it’s been 19 years? This year is our 19th annual Dog Walk and Contests, and I seriously do not know where the time has gone.
Thunderstorms are the worst. The big ones are super scary. I try to fit all of me inside my house, but I’m not tiny and the rain always gets in. Living outside can be hard.
She’s worked at her job for almost 18 years. Some days, it’s great. She’s happy. She laughs. Feels she made the right decision all those years ago. She’s making a difference. Getting people to think. Maybe she has just a little something to do with saving lives.
Every once in a while, it doesn’t pay to listen to conversations going on outside my office door. I heard a very detailed discussion the other day about various colors and fluids, and poked my head out of the door to see what was going on.
A few years ago, I got a DVR on my cable box so I could record the shows I might miss when I’m not home. (Yes, I’m a TV junkie. Why do you ask?)
As part of my job at CVAS, I talk to students and Scout troops about the shelter to give them an idea of what it’s like to work here and what we do for the animals.
Working at a nonprofit for the last 18 years, I talk a lot about the needs of the animals and how we are looking for help. It never truly ends, and there’s always an animal around the corner who will require special attention.
I have to admit, I have the utmost respect for runners. They have amazing energy and stamina, and I am somewhat in awe when I see folks running alongside the road.
As I age, the more I begin to see life as a balance of opposing forces. Dark and light. Joy and sorrow. Weakness and strength. Fear and courage. Fortune and loss.
I have a superstar that I must tell you about. No, I didn’t meet anyone famous over the weekend, although I do have a rather lengthy list of TV boyfriends who if I ever actually met would likely make me plotz.
Somehow I’ve managed to catch whatever horrible sinus and chest thing is going around. I haven’t been this sick in years. I forgot how much of a pain (literal and figurative) it is.
I am, almost quite literally, chomping at the bit for spring. Am I the only one who feels like this winter has been rather dreadful? As far as I’m concerned, spring can’t come fast enough.
When I was younger (oh so many years ago), I remember talking to career counselors at school who essentially asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
I get scared a lot -- I can’t really control it. I especially get nervous when Dad goes to that place he calls “work.” I mean, what if he doesn’t come back? The first people that had me didn’t come back and left me in the house, and I had to be taken to an animal shelter.
Surprisingly enough, our annual spaghetti dinner is coming up. I think we’re on something like the 14th year for doing this. I’ve asked it before and I know I’ll ask it again, but where on earth does time actually go? Can anyone answer that one?
I was talking today with our board president, Nancy, and in addition to telling me the fascinatingly hilarious stories from her new computer gadget, Alexa (one day I’m going to compile all of her tales into a book, I swear), she also brought the money from her pet bank route.
So, New Year’s resolutions. What do you think about them? A sure-fire way to set yourself up for failure or the perfect way to reach your goals?
You know, shelter dogs are kind of a specific breed. They can be the absolute best friend on the planet, but sometimes, it might take a bit of work to get there.
This is the one time of year when I become a kid again – in thought and excitement and anticipation. For me, this is the time of year when magic exists – the twinkling of Christmas lights, the glow of a home filled with family, the possibilities of a new year.