Proulx

My heart breaks every time someone reaches out because their foster pitbull (or any other breed, of course) needs a home. I want to take them all in and give them the best lives that I possibly can, but I can only do what I can do. However, my dogs will never, ever have to be put on a flier. That makes me feel a little bit better, I guess. 

Go hug your pups, man. 

As I was cradling my puppy at two o’clock this morning, sobbing and shaking because she had just been diagnosed with Parvo and a severe upper respiratory infection, the guy in the room next door decides to come in and sit with me. He stares at me for a minute, and then decides that this is the appropriate time to ask me for my number. I had never been so close to committing homicide in my life. When I told the vet tech what had happened, she yelled “That little bastard!” and made him sit on a bench outside the animal hospital. Last night was one of the worst nights of my life, and no one gave a shit about me or my dog but that vet tech. Sometimes I forget that good people exist, and it’s always really amazing when you’re reminded that they do.