Rough Draft
We walked down the aisle passing by cage after cage, listening to the deafening sound of hundreds of dogs barking. Cheryl, the vintner coordinator, tried to tell us about some of the dogs, but with the amount of noise all we could do was nod and pretend like we understood. I kept my eyes open for dogs that would be fun to walk after our orientation. And out of the corner of my eye I saw a ghost of a dog.
Since I was seven years old my family and I have fostered dogs for the Animal Protective Association (APA) and a non-profit called 4 Paws 4 Rescue. Although we loved fostering, our last foster dog became a permanent pet and since George can be slightly demonic around other dogs, we couldn't foster other dogs safely anymore. Because we loved volunteering so much my mom and I started researching places we could go to volunteer with more hands on opportunities. After a few days of researching we had made an appointment for a volunteer orientation at Open Door Sanctuary.
"Mom! Look at that Doberman!" I exclaimed. She followed my gaze to the …show more content…
I crouched down and pulled a treat out of my pocket. Extending my hand I turned my back and closed my eyes in an attempt to make her comfortable. After two minutes of high hopes and aching knees I started to accept that we should just find another dog to walk. Just as I was about to leave I felt the tickle of whiskers on my palm. Slowly, I turned around to Lou Lou standing inches away from me, inhaling the treat like she’d never eaten before (she looked like she actually hadn’t). I lowered myself to the ground and pulled more treats out of my pocket. After a few minutes of watching from the outside, my mom hesitantly joined us. She sat down beside me and even extended a hand, sunning her hand down Lou Lou’s side. We sat in silence for the longest time until we realized that our shift was over. We stood, petting Lou Lou one last time before slipping
We walked down the aisle passing by cage after cage, listening to the deafening sound of hundreds of dogs barking. Cheryl, the vintner coordinator, tried to tell us about some of the dogs, but with the amount of noise all we could do was nod and pretend like we understood. I kept my eyes open for dogs that would be fun to walk after our orientation. And out of the corner of my eye I saw a ghost of a dog.
Since I was seven years old my family and I have fostered dogs for the Animal Protective Association (APA) and a non-profit called 4 Paws 4 Rescue. Although we loved fostering, our last foster dog became a permanent pet and since George can be slightly demonic around other dogs, we couldn't foster other dogs safely anymore. Because we loved volunteering so much my mom and I started researching places we could go to volunteer with more hands on opportunities. After a few days of researching we had made an appointment for a volunteer orientation at Open Door Sanctuary.
"Mom! Look at that Doberman!" I exclaimed. She followed my gaze to the …show more content…
I crouched down and pulled a treat out of my pocket. Extending my hand I turned my back and closed my eyes in an attempt to make her comfortable. After two minutes of high hopes and aching knees I started to accept that we should just find another dog to walk. Just as I was about to leave I felt the tickle of whiskers on my palm. Slowly, I turned around to Lou Lou standing inches away from me, inhaling the treat like she’d never eaten before (she looked like she actually hadn’t). I lowered myself to the ground and pulled more treats out of my pocket. After a few minutes of watching from the outside, my mom hesitantly joined us. She sat down beside me and even extended a hand, sunning her hand down Lou Lou’s side. We sat in silence for the longest time until we realized that our shift was over. We stood, petting Lou Lou one last time before slipping