Yesterday was marked by a series of minor incidents that resulted in small quantities of my blood being displaced from its proper place in my circulatory system.
My company has an annual volunteering day where employees get on buses and go to various pre-selected nonprofits throughout the area to do hands-on work for most of the day. I chose an animal charity (surprise!), so I joined a group of co-workers to walk dogs for most of the late morning and early afternoon.
It was really a very pleasant activity. The dogs were delighted to get outside, they were very friendly and most were open to being petted for a long time. As with most shelters there were lots of smiling pit bull mixes, and my volunteer buddy and I mainly walked them.
Minor injury #1 occurred when we went to get a big dog named Captain out of his kennel. He was SO excited at the attention that he was leaping around and it was a challenge to get the lead over his head. Once we got outside I realized that I'd scraped and lightly punctured my arm in the chaos, but luckily it didn't hurt.
After lunch, we walked more dogs and then divided into groups to either wash dogs outside or stay inside to clean cat cages and socialize the cats. I chose the cats, naturally.
There were a lot of very sweet cats and kittens and I spent time petting a lot of them after I tidied up their kennels. Toward the end, my attention was drawn to two very noisy black kittens. They wanted attention and they let everyone know at the top of their lungs the entire time we were there. I opened their cage and picked them both up so that I had one on each side of my chest up by my shoulders.
They were purring and seemed very happy. All was well until one of them reached up and bit me on the earlobe. It wasn't just a quick nip either—the rotten little bugger bit and held on. If I hadn't gotten him unfastened, I might have had a new piercing. So yet again, blood.
I thought I was in the clear for the day after that, but I had a final bloodletting incident while preparing stir-fry for dinner. I was using my zucchini ribbon cutter and somehow I got my little finger too close to the blade. Dinner was a little late while I dealt with the gory aftermath.
I think I can call today a success if all my blood stays in my body. That seems like a pretty reasonable goal, don't you think?
Excellent Dodge Ball reference!
Posted by: Kcyogachick | August 21, 2013 at 08:16 PM
It is good to have attainable goals.
Posted by: Sarah | August 22, 2013 at 08:51 AM
I have a mental image of you with a little black kitten earring. Interesting style choice, Jane!
I, too, loved the Dodgeball reference!
Posted by: Cha Cha | August 30, 2013 at 04:10 PM