What do you mean "it must be a full moon".......???????

Lately I've been hearing everyone say "it must be a full moon".  What are they talking about?  Is it supposed to be bad thing?  All I know is, back in my dumpster-diving days, it was much easier to see by the light of a full moon (well, actually, smell was more important than see), but you get the picture. Evidently, strange things happen when there's a full moon.  Like somebody saying they found a dog on a freeway and stopped to pick up the poor thing and bring it to the shelter.  A real Mr. Nice Guy, or so it seemed.  Turns out, it was his adult son's dog and he was tired of it so instead of doing the respectable thing, he lied and 'abandoned' the handsome lab.  Thankfully, the son and his wife thought to call us, and the dog is safely with friends until their new home is ready.  Can you believe it?  And this stuff happens all the time.  I must look into this 'full moon' theory a bit more.......  One of our nice volunteers checks the calendar before she reports for duty - just in case!   Must be 'we don't want our Labrador Retriever week'.  A really cute white Lab puppy just came in from one of our cities.  The owners didn't want the 7 month old anymore because he was 'un-trainable'.  When I first saw him, he was absolutely out of control.  The owners said they took him for training - he even had a graduation certificate - but they said the training 'didn't work'.  They paid their fee and off they went.  Poor pup.  One of our staff members here at the San Gabriel Valley Humane Society asked if he could try to get 'K' to settle down.  So I said sure, why not. (Ok, ok, I didn't actually say it, but I would have if I could speak human.)  We all watched - in utter amazement - as 'K' sat, lay down, and stayed, on command.  The dog was trained.  Obviously someone forgot to train the owners.  Personally, I know they would have failed.  Yes, as I preside over the goings on in the office (when I'm awake, that is) my keen sense of perception is unbelievable!  Or is it believable?  Hmmm..... I've confused myself.  Must meditate.   The office staff is always frustrated when people pick up lost pets but don't take them to the correct shelter for the area they find them in.  How will they ever get back home if they're not in the right place?  (A microchip would help here, people, hint, hint.)  Please, please, please, be sure all lost and stray animals go to the shelter that covers the city they are found in because that is where their families will look for them.  We want them to be able to go home.  There's no place like home.........

It's Gotten A Bit Quiet Around Here........

Listen.....there's no sound of the copier running off 683 blank copies.  No one is blocking my way out of the 'ladies' room' or crunching my special diabetic diet.  Oh handsome man - where are you?  The 'D-Man', our Denzel, has left the building and gone to his new forever home!  One of our lovely staff members couldn't resist his handsome good looks, his furry charms, or the look of love in his eyes whenever he saw her. 

He knew he was going 'home'.  After nearly two years.  He was different.  He looked content, and didn't tease me quite as much.  Well, ok, one less time than he usually did.  And on the day he went home, he walked right into his carrier - even before they put the blanky in!  And he used to hate the sight of a carrier.  He did one final round, as if to say "goodbye everyone", and back in his carrier he climbed.  They told me he didn't say a word all the way home, until he pulled up in his new driveway.  They said he checked out every nook and cranny, and couldn't believe his good luck.  He had windows, and bedrooms and a kitchen and - wait for it - green, leafy plants!  Denzel couldn't resist anything green.  He even ate collard greens once.  He did - I saw him. 

When Denzel came to the shelter he was badly injured and they almost thought he wouldn't make it.  His wounds were so bad, but Dr. put him back together, and months later he was good as new.  He was just a lot bigger and a lot more ornery!  But he was gorgeous, panther-like.  He was pure muscle, and he was strong - and strong-headed.  When he made up his mind about something you'd better watch out.  It was a skill to get him to do what you wanted him to do!  And mostly he won. 

I'm really happy for him, and I'm glad we can hear all about his adventures on a daily basis in his new home, even if they did have to move all the leafy green plants he shouldn't be chomping on!

Now I've got all these new office kittens to contend with.  More about them later.  Oh Edward.....