I think I am turning into a workaholic. There. I said it. I've spent the majority of my break scooping poo, mopping pee, and lovin' on every dog that walks through that swinging door. I have picked up shifts left and right, and doubled the hours that I initially intended to work. I have been exhausted, cranky, and I've loved every minute of it. Some teachers say they teach because of that moment when a student 'gets it.' It's a similar feeling with dogs. Some dogs pick you. They decide they love you more than anyother camp counsler. I was picked for the first time this week. Not by one dog, but two. They fought over me, peed on me to mark me as their terriotory (which I did NOT enjoy and made it very clear to them) and loved me. Those two dogs made my whole week worth it. Its hard to explain to people who do not work in this type of buisness. See, its the dogs that make all the bad things better.
Just a random thought
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