For some reason I have been getting lots of questions about why I haven't been blogging. Mostly it's because I just don't have the time, and I tend to get long winded and then have lots of really long posts. These long blogs usually relate to my dogs, but what can I say I basically live the majority of my life focused on them.
Recently, I have finished the bedroom floor, the Oldsmobile has died, and Basil is seeing yet another new homeopathic vet. My job is going good, I'm very busy, and have lots of customers who need my help. Which brings me to another point, it is finally nice to have a job that I don't worry about at night.
You see, for the five years I worked in animal shelters, I loved it. Shelter work is definately my calling and my passion. Shelter work in Texas is what killed me. I'm sorry, I just can't deal with one more person not having enough time for their outdoor dog and surrendering it, and I'm really not ok with adopting good dogs to outdoor homes. If one more shelter administrator tells me the people of the good state of Texas just haven't "gotten there yet" I'm going to scream. Rather than let that happen, and hate the majority of adopters I am faced with, and losing sleep about good dogs living their entire life outside, I am now working for a prepaid company. While this work isn't my passion, it is challenging, I am learning tons of new things and hey, the paycheck isn't bad either. The bonus is, I'm no longer going home at night and stressing compulsivley about work.
Sure, the customers sometimes call late in the eveing, but hey, at least I'm at home with a dog in my lap instead of working in a dark shelter all alone feeling guilty because I'm not giving my animals the same time and attention as all those homeless animals at work. Now, I can sign the dogs up for classes, and I hope to start at least two of them in agility. Fun for them, fun for me. The flip side is, I am now telling my new job, "sorry I have plans" and I soar out the office door at 5:30 or 6:00 and can't wait to get home to my "kids". So that has been my trade off and so far I'm not sorry.
I know I won't be doing this forever, I know in a few years I will get the bug again and have to get back into the shelters. For now, I am happy with the trade offs I've made and my home life with both with my dogs and my husband are better.
So the answer to "3 months out of shelter work and how do I feel?" I feel good, and I am not sorry.
