“Mia can you go walk A field and the corral?” my supervisor asked over the walkie-talkie as I finished bringing in fifteen excited dogs from group play.
By this point I had already walked more than a dozen dogs, fed half the kennel, and taken out over a hundred dogs for one of their daily outings. I was exhausted and now I had to pick up a field full of dog feces.
“Yep can do,”I said, with genuine enthusiasm. I headed to the fenced-in grass field, where feces from sixty dogs was scattered across the massive yard. Sweat seeped through my t-shirt as I walked up and down the field picking up feces. Twenty minutes later, I had collected eight full bags of poop. I then headed off to feed over 150 dogs their dinner and take them out to do their business.
The summer before my junior year I was eager to gain the responsibility of a full-time summer job, so I applied for at What A Good Dog (WAGD), a kennel that houses 400 dogs each day.
Because I had two dogs of my own that I helped take care of, I didn’t expect the job to be all that difficult. Plus, I was still in shape from lacrosse so I thought walking dogs full-time was going to be a piece of cake. I couldn’t have been more wrong. …show more content…
I woke up at 4:45 every morning. I carried many responsibilities such as taking dogs out for a walk, swim, ball play, and field time. During the evening some dogs were signed up for brushing, or cuddles. During thunderstorms, many dogs were frightened so I was there to soothe them. I even endured a few dog bites including one on my rear end! When I got home I was exhausted and my feet were in horrible pain. Within twelve weeks of working at WAGD, I went through three pairs of sneakers. In the evening, I would try to watch TV or hang out with my boyfriend but I always ended up falling asleep around
By this point I had already walked more than a dozen dogs, fed half the kennel, and taken out over a hundred dogs for one of their daily outings. I was exhausted and now I had to pick up a field full of dog feces.
“Yep can do,”I said, with genuine enthusiasm. I headed to the fenced-in grass field, where feces from sixty dogs was scattered across the massive yard. Sweat seeped through my t-shirt as I walked up and down the field picking up feces. Twenty minutes later, I had collected eight full bags of poop. I then headed off to feed over 150 dogs their dinner and take them out to do their business.
The summer before my junior year I was eager to gain the responsibility of a full-time summer job, so I applied for at What A Good Dog (WAGD), a kennel that houses 400 dogs each day.
Because I had two dogs of my own that I helped take care of, I didn’t expect the job to be all that difficult. Plus, I was still in shape from lacrosse so I thought walking dogs full-time was going to be a piece of cake. I couldn’t have been more wrong. …show more content…
I woke up at 4:45 every morning. I carried many responsibilities such as taking dogs out for a walk, swim, ball play, and field time. During the evening some dogs were signed up for brushing, or cuddles. During thunderstorms, many dogs were frightened so I was there to soothe them. I even endured a few dog bites including one on my rear end! When I got home I was exhausted and my feet were in horrible pain. Within twelve weeks of working at WAGD, I went through three pairs of sneakers. In the evening, I would try to watch TV or hang out with my boyfriend but I always ended up falling asleep around