I really do have a harder time with the dogs. But they mostly have good photos of them on the adoptions site, anyway. This one just wanted to be petted, as long as I would sit there and rub his neck, joy abounded. No, don't know his name. Another one sucked me in when I was on my way out. So I sat in his kennel and stroked him. (No point in even trying a photo in that awful light.) And noticed how long his nails were, so I let the staff know, and they'll get him trimmed up. The dogs just take so much more energy, and for my day off, this is as much as I can manage. The cats take a different kind of attentiveness, and give back a different kind of affection.
D is tired after his first real day working in the better part of a year, but he's very glad. And because the hours will be available, he can work up to 40 hours a week until July, the extra time shelving books. He's going to start off a bit more slowly, it's exhausting to start from no work to a full week at such a physically demanding job. He'll get up to speed soon enough. And Moby is going to miss him madly.
Labels: Cats and Dogs