Interesting evening at the Humane Society. For the first time I can really recall in my tenure, I think there were actually more volunteers there than staff or public. Fortunately, there were still more animals than people, but hey, everyone was getting walked, kennels were clean, and there were some brushings and baths going on, so all was well with the world.

Walking was more like mud-bogging. I came out of it with wet pant hems, mud-spattered jeans, muddy paw print smears on my shirt, and mud-caked shoes. But hey, happy dogs.

I met a new breed: Ikey the Munsterlander. Bad photo, but beautiful dog. Of course, I’ve always been a sucker for a soft liver and white coat and amber eyes. 🙂 And hey, something setter-esque but with a brain! How can you go wrong? I met the man who will be adopting Ikey. At least, he will be unless someone else already has dibs (I don’t think so, though). He met Ikey yesterday and spent the better part of an hour in an adoption room with him. I think he walked him, too, because he commented on his pulling (two words: Holy Crap) and his energy. Seemed to enjoy that part about him, though, and looked and seemed, from how he talked, to know his gun dogs. Looked at me a tad funny when I commented on what a beautiful dog he was. Like that matters. He’s a man’s dog! Heh.

In other news, I once again have a stash of my “Sunday Blend” tea. It’s a black Indian tea with pieces of bourbon vanilla in it, and is the Best Tea Ever. Well, if it hadn’t been over five years since I’d had my Tropical Fire tea, there might be a contest, but it’s been a wee while since I’ve sat for tea and scones at the Dymocks cafe.

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