She says we can't have one in the RV because it's too small. She's probably right, but that won't keep me from asking.
Needless to say, when I saw the "HELP WANTED" sign at the Kansas Humane Society in Wichita, KS, I knew I wanted to work there. I could find an adorable puppy and convince my wife that we needed a puppy for the RV. He could be the Hourly America mascot.
I called the Humane Society and secured a job for the following day. Non-profits are always looking for volunteers, so I knew if nothing else, I could help walk dogs all day.
I love animals and I couldn’t wait to spend the day playing around. They say it’s scientifically proven that dogs make you happier, so when I imagined my day, I pictured it like a film in slow motion: me, smiling bright as a sunrise, while the young puppy runs into my arms and licks my face. While that did happen, the young pup was so excited to play with me, that he also peed all over me.
If you thought loving animals would make a job like this easy, you'd be wrong. I spent most of the morning on my knees, scooping poop and scrubbing floors. I sprayed and wiped down cat cages. I power washed floors and took out laundry. It was probably one of the dirtier, more difficult jobs of this journey.
Yes, all of this work is for the animals, but it isn't as fluffy and adorable as I thought. It was hard, manual labor, not just feeding and playing with puppies (although, taking puppies-play breaks was definitely the best part of the day).
Throughout the day, I shadowed three different employees, all who raved about their love of animals. Despite dealing with a dirty job, they still loved coming into work every day. They loved connecting animals with new families. For many of them, they would take home the older dogs and cats who had little chance of adoption. Almost everyone I met had at least three animals at home.
For me, there was a misconception. I figured that doing something that you truly love would be easy. I thought it would be amazing! Full of joy and puppy kisses.
That afternoon, I fell into bed exhausted, while my wife drove the RV to our next destination. It could've been the Benadryl I downed, since I'm very allergic to cats, but the day's work thoroughly wiped me out.
Work, no matter how much you love what you're doing, is still work. It's still difficult at times, messy, and in this case a little smelly. But when you love what you're doing, none of that matters.