I WISH I WAS A VEGETARIAN...
It's a constant internal conflict I have given how much I love animals, but I also love to eat. It's like I have an existential crisis every time I find a bug in my home (I do trap and put the little buggers outside, most of the time).
So I try to find other ways to contribute.
One way is by volunteering in animals shelters. At first, I volunteered in a pretty standard non-kill shelter, which was great, but I was limited in how much time I could spend with dogs by the shelters' business hours, since it's open to the public and they want to make sure the dogs are visible to the public, rightfully so.
But then I found out about Dogo which partners with a local shelter that's appointment-only. This meant that after going through orientation I was allowed to "check out" a dog for a few hours or even the day, so long as there were no scheduled visiting appointments.
It started with finding a dog as a running companion, which turned into a hiking buddy on the weekends, which then turned into just having a buddy around the house during the week when I worked from home, to foster, and finally adoption.
I lost that battle before it even began.
My husband says I'm not allowed to volunteer anymore.
In fear of living in a household in which we would be vastly outnumbered by four-legged family members
So I applied and joined the board for Berkeley Humane. It gives me a completely different perspective of animal welfare and appreciation for the work that goes into saving each and every life, and I like to think it softens the blow when I bite into that big, juicy, burger.
👣 The fur-mom