Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain.

With the rain in Shambala.

Wash away my sorrows, wash away my shame.

With the rain in Shambala.

Since Lucille has been gone I have been volunteering some hours at the local no-kill animal shelter. This little guy is currently going by the name Hershey.

Hershey is a guesstimated to be a two year old lab/retriever mix. As soon as I saw him I asked what his status was and was told he was already adopted but the family was on vacation and going to pick him up when they return.

I breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest I wasn’t sure if I was ready for another dog. Then I felt guilt about losing Lucille and how easily it could be to replace her. So knowing that he may be getting another home was a relief.

Then I fucked up.

I started hanging with Hershey on the days I would work at the shelter. He is good boy and a lover. The bastard! Seems to be housebroken knows sit and shake paw. Like Lucille used to be, he’ll chase tennis balls either till your arm falls off or he collapses from exhaustion. I take him swimming in the pool and walk him often. Mostly when I am not cleaning up shit or piss at the shelter, I go down to his room and hang with him on the floor. He’ll come up to me and put his paw in my shoulder and look at me, like “come on man lets get the fuck out of here” then lick my face or ear.

I pretty much have told the shelter, that if the adoption falls through or the people never show back up to get him that he coming home with me.

Most likely he go home to a decent family. My hopes anyway. If not he’s goddamned mine.

Im not particularly religious or spiritual but I tend to side with fate and karma more times then not. Hershey was put in my path for a reason. I am guessing to spend a little time with me to show me that it was ok to move away from the hurt of losing Lucille and finding another dog. If thats the reason, I’ll take it and wait for the next dog to come along my path that needs me as I need him/her. Strange how things work out sometimes. What little time I get to spend with this dog between now and the nineteenth of the month when his new family is supposed to pick him up, he’ll get the hook up with treats and extra food. I wont forget what he did for me. If that family doesn’t come back for him or change their mind, i’ll show him what he did for me for the rest of his life. In my home.