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c9Dammit, 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.
