Peter and I have been discussing ways in which we can volunteer our time and web expertise to help a local pet shelter. That is, as soon as Peter's done with his gazillion never-ending projects. It's something we've been wanting to do lately, and now that Peter's going to have his own servers, he can afford to offer this up for free.
I told him that it might be really difficult to go to these pet shelters because we're going to want to bring all the dogs home. The only reason we've been feeding, taking out, clipping the nails from this Siberian Husky, as well as trying to remove white hairs from every single thing we own (including our backgammon board!) is because we went to a pet shop and this adorable white puppy sighed and slumped down in his kennel.
And here we are, almost seven years later.
The lesson? DO NOT go to a pet store just to look at cute puppies.
Also, we have learned since then. Do NOT ever buy a puppy from a store because they get them from horrible puppy mills.
I told Peter that we are really going to have to harden our hearts when we go to these shelters and he turned to me and said:
"Oh, I'm not stepping a foot in there."
That's because Peter's got a heart mushy like a gooey old ripened banana.
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