Time flies

Seems like as soon as I arrive at the shelter, it's time for me to leave. Time definitely flies when I'm doing chores, visiting cats and walking dogs. Time also seems to fly for some of the long-time residents.

I walked Sasha again. She's been there for almost three weeks now. That's probably the longest I've seen so far for a dog in the adoption area. They say that the older a dog is, and the longer it's stayed in the shelter, the harder it is for them to get adopted. Our walk together was nice, though -- she seems to have warmed up to people a bit since last I walked her. She was eager for treats and responded to me every time I called to her. She even gives a nice sit and handshake. She definitely likes the water, and was very happy to sip from the creek for a while and couldn't understand why I didn't want to join her for a dip.

Afterwards, I spent a few minutes in a cat condo with one of the reluctant eaters (and a small handful of others), Buddy Boy.



Buddy Boy seemed to be happy supervising the condo. He eventually played with a cat toy when I put it right onto the chair he commanded from, but that took a while. In the Cat Kennel Assistant training, they told us that a lot of cats will become depressed, stop eating, and die of liver failure. They encourage us to sit with them to help them feel comfortable eating. I didn't have enough time to sit with him to see him eat anything, unfortunately. Just noticed he's been in the shelter for over a month...no wonder he's sad.