Dammit, now I'm sunk. I went to the Humane Society with a coworker today as she dropped off a donation. The animals had signs posted near them explaining their situations, their availability, or their quirks. I got to see the rabbits (who can die of fright, I've learned), a huge monitor lizard ("I am NOT available for adoption. Please do not open the terrarium!!"), and a dozen of the cutest dogs ever ("I need help with socializing!", or the depresso-larious "I have particular problems with men.") Even though I know I don't (yet) have the patience to get a dog, and that Vinny wouldn't want one, my heart just about broke seeing them there. They did have 5-6 cats, all old and quiet, with many empty cages -- perhaps an adoption drive recently? I'm trying to pretend that's the only possible reason.
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Date: 2004-11-15 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-15 07:57 pm (UTC)But we could visit the Cambridge shelter, or Guelph...
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Date: 2004-11-15 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-15 08:04 pm (UTC)...but we can certainly go look...
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Date: 2004-11-15 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-11-15 08:07 pm (UTC)All I need are a few 'seeder' rabbits, a decent bunny mutagen (would aspartame work?), and lots of very loud noises.
How long before I get sick of eating bunny stew? Would I even need to 'scare' the bunnies if I fed them too much Diet Coke?
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Date: 2004-11-15 08:27 pm (UTC)Your trip to the shelter could be easily changed out for a stroll through Reflections.
P.S. Thanks fro spreading depressio-larious.
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Date: 2004-11-15 11:11 pm (UTC)The New Aloneness
Date: 2004-11-15 11:23 pm (UTC)Get some cats. They're good for the soul. Bad for the sofa, but good for the soul. We have a wide variety. Our souls don't need any more help. :-)