#76: Visit the SPCA again.

Our lemonade money went to a good cause.

#76: Visit the SPCA again.

Two days after our lemonade stand-stravaganza, Alex, Wes and I went with Pop-Pop and Mom to the local humane society to donate our proceeds. We had also collected a rawhide bone and two toys for the doggies there. Even though it was only $40, it felt so great to know we were able to help to some extent. Max, my doggy, was adopted from a pound so I have a special place in my heart for shelter dogs.

My original intention for this goal was to go back to the SPCA where we got Max, but it occurred to me that every kennel is equal in the sense that all the animals there are in need of a home, so what's the difference which one I go to or help out at. As a reult, for the lemonade stand, Mom and I came to an agreement that we would go to Aunt Leah's humane society instead.

After dropping off the donations, we took a few minutes to walk around in the cage area where all the puppies were chilling. Most of them, as soon as they heard us open the door, came right up to the edge of their cages to see us. It makes you feel even more special seeing the actual animals your donation is going to help and how happy they are just to see someone come in to pet them or talk to them. A few stood out. One dog had just passed his "Canine Good Citizen Test", which I took to mean "Behavior Rehab for Dogs". There were a brother and sister that were a cross between a bloodhound and some other huge dog... Imagine the adorable sad face of a bloodhound on a 7 foot, 400 pound body. There was a tripod (three-legged) dog that I had remembered from my slideshow. Mom fell in love with a medium-sized black-haired dog with a white spot on her chest (forget the name, but I think it began with S.) They were all so adorable. There were a lot of Boxers there too. (The dog, not the athlete... Lord knows Mom would've adopted Sugar Ray Leonard.)

We left feeling good about what we had done. One of the unwritten parts of my list is, along the way to never turn down an opportunity to help someone out. I'e stuck true to that, from offering to bring the laundry down for Grandma and Pop-Pop to helping the Diveleys with Bridget's heart to dancing like an idiot with a bunch of little kids for Baobab Blast to, now, helping out animals in need. It makes the list even more important, enjoyable, and fulfilling for me.

Thank you to everyone who supported the lemonade stand and to the puppies who we met for helping me remember why I should help out whenever, wherever, and whoever I can.