Untamed Thoughts

Graduation is coming.. Just about two months away. I’m feeling the excitement and the pressure of stepping out into the real world.

I’m ready but I’m not. I’m ready to prove what i can do and the heights that i can reach but I know there is more out there that i need to learn and i can’t do that here.

I know that I will be great at what I do but its just getting there thats standing in my way, I’m just waiting for that opportunity to appear so i can grab on to it and stand infornt of what I am meant to be.

5 pups came into school today. 4 were 6 month old female maltipoos and the other was an older male toy poodle. ALL of them had completely matted hair along with a severe infestation of fleas and dandruff. CLEARLY the result of a poor breeder or puppy mill.

I had the male poodle, named Elvis. I started out with my 15 clipper blade to fight through the tough matts, but no luck in penetration . So I had to upgrade to the 10 blade, a finer blade that will leave the dog nearly naked. As i was cutting through the thickly matted coat I could feel (and see) the dirt and eggs from the fleas emerging from the roots of the skin. The smell of the dog was of barn and garbage. As I clippered to the last few ribs of him and began to realize the emaciation the little guy was in, every little bone and crevice was exposed. Once I got through the bulk of the matt he was ready for a flea bath. Once in the tub I covered him with flea shampoo and let him soak in it for 20 minutes then rinsed it out which I discovered that for 5 minutes that I began rinsing him out the water was a dark brown color (blood) which is from the biting of fleas. Once completely rinsed out we went to the high velocity dryer to rid of all excess water. Though all of these procedures this little guy just sat there and let me do what I needed. Unlike other dogs that fuss and moan over the littlest things he stuck it out like a champ but in a emotionless manner. Then after being dried and finished with the clippering he suddenly received a burst of energy and almost in a ”thank you” manner curled up into my arms and looked into my eyes.

With all that this dog has been put up with and all of the love he hasnt recieved he still has the want to give love. For the people who neglected this poor dog along with the others, it really upsets me that there is nothing that can be done about this cruelty given the laws wont let us do anything. I am very touched with this experience that I have been given today and know that what I do makes a difference in the well being of pets that are in need.  

***Ill try to post pics of the before and after once i figure out how to upload pics from my phone to the computer since it seems to not work at the moment.

Back to the earliest memory that I can think of, where there were fond memories of carelessness. To where there were no worries of having to impress people, or knowing where I’m going to live or go to school, or best of all I didnt know a thing about money!

I go back to my third birthday. I was wearing a stained white tshirt, red and black striped skirt, amazing cowboy boots, and my hair was barely held together by a single red bow. Yes, this was a grand outfit. I was gifted that day with a pink barbie jeep and my first tea party table (it had a pink AND a blue chair!). But the best thing of all was the box that the table set came in! It was taller than I which meant it was pretty much the most bad ass box in the world….hands down, it put those walmart shoe boxes to shame.

That box lasted me about 4 wonderful days. But that fourth day was the time when my older brother and cousins decided to take part in my boxes joyful offerings and used the hose…. what a sad and depressing day. My box (physically) was forever gone, but forever in my heart! I mourned for about ten exhausting minutes and then remembered that I stashed some candy somewhere in my room the day before my birthday and began my new adventure.