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Middletown, NY, 10940

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Running Pets Alive can be challenging. Draining. Disheartening. Even if you’re lucky enough to have someone like Kerry Clair doing all the real work. Sometimes it just seems like one big Rube Goldberg device (Sigh…those of you who don’t know what a Rube Goldberg device is — it’s a complicated machine with lots of moving parts designed to perform a simple task. Like this one from YouTube.)
Some days you get here and it seems like you’re getting your butt kicked from the second you walk in until the second you leave. There are so many animals and not enough space. Sometimes we have to choose which ones we can take, knowing the rest will probably die. Then there’s the money. We watch every penny and always seem to get blindsided by one more expense, like a $3500 electric bill. Ouch. Then there are people who mean well who insist on second guessing every decision or policy, not realizing that we have to take into consideration every animal, employee, volunteer and donor, not just their favorites. And you wouldn’t believe the minute details that we have to deal with every day. I’m a big picture guy, and some of this stuff just makes my eyes glaze over.

So lately I’ve been disappearing. It took Kerry a little while to notice, but because she’s Kerry, she had to know why. “You’ve been going to the kennel a lot lately. What’s going on?” Even today, when I went down to take some pictures for this blog, Janet asked me what I was doing “back there” in the kennel.
newkennel.jpg “Back there” is in the last kennel section. Time for some Pets Alive history. I got a phone call from Sara one day. “Someone has offered to build two walls in the kennel to make three separate sections. This will help make the dogs more comfortable and hopefully cut down on cage fighting and aggression. ”
Here’s the picture of Sara supervising the building of the first wall. So now there are three sections in the kennel. The last section is where we keep the dogs that have just come in. They are kept away from the rest of the dogs until we are sure they aren’t bringing anything in. So the back section has our newest guests.
toys.jpg So when things start to get me down, I feel like I’m going to start twitching, swearing, drooling, or whatever else, I walk down to the kennel and quietly slip into the back section. A month or so ago three huge boxes of dog toys came in from one of our generous supporters. I remember the day distinctly because I watched Jasper jump into the box, burrow in and pull up a woman’s shoe chew toy.
Many of these toys ended up in the last section of the kennel in a couple of huge tubs like the one to the right here.
Still wondering about my secret life?
Here you go…I slip into that back room, pull the cover off the toybox, pick a dog and open his kennel gate. Of course the big metal separating door is closed and secured and all of the kennels are locked tight. And we play until one of us gets tired. I throw a hundred tennis balls to the far end of the kennel, toss snake shaped chew toys into the air and let the dog catch them, sit on the floor and rub behind his ears or her tummy.
lego1.jpg lego2.jpg Today I chose Lego, the lab mix. He ran the length of the kennel a few times, sniffed his kennelmates, fetched some tennis balls and managed to fit two large plush toys in his mouth at the same time.
It was great. We played for quite a while, and he ran to me, tail wagging, and got some love and attention. Or was that the other way around?
So if you wander into the office and I’m not around, you know where I am. Living my secret life.

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