18/01/2024
A little insight into the job I have. I am retired. Decided to switch up my work schedule to involve something else other than kids that I held for 25 years and enjoyed. When I went to work at a Kennel/Daycare/Groomer, I had always owned dogs, and thought I knew enough to take on the challenge.
Boy...was I wrong. And now, as I train new people to take on the same job, my first words are..."If you think you know alot about dogs, be prepared to start all over again".
I love my job beyond words. Everyday, is a new adventure, however, not for the faint or light hearted. It is mentally straining, physically straining, and emotionally draining. I work in a kennel that tends to serve the more affluent, yet, we still have so much in between.
When working in daycare, you are a playground monitor/security guard. Dogs who get along, can have just one bad day, depending on whether they feel ill, or things at home are not going well. You may be surprised to know, they are like small children. Just like when I worked at the school, if something was wrong at home, you could read it all over their faces, and know from their actions.
It can then, throw the whole chemistry of the room off, and you are now on constant patrol for fights, scuffles, etc. And in the room with small dogs, they are wirey and fast, and hard to catch. In large dogs, they are strong and powerful, and they don't realize the momentum behind their adrenaline.
In the kennel, their looks at you as you walk in first thing in the morning is anything from priceless to gut wrenching because you know...they are homesick. I try to greet each and everyone upbeat and happy, and after bringing them in from their first outs, give them a kiss of reassurance. Some, you just know, aren't going to get the kiss...just kind words.
There are also the days, when dogs who are rooming together, are just done with the housing arrangements, meaning that being in close quarters with each other is getting old. That is when you must try your best to give them their time apart. I walked into a kennel one morning after a fight between two scottish deer hounds. I have never cried before, but this did it. And the sad part is, mom knew it could possibly happen, but gave us no inclination. No fair mom. For the record, both survived. It was a young one and an old one, and the old one took the brunt of it. Wounds and scars, yes, but lessons learned. I cried, they cried, the dogs just went about their business. Lesson to all about forgiveness. After all that, they acted liked they missed each other from years of separation.
So, in a nutshell, it may look like the dream job from an outsider. And for the most part, it truly is, but just like anything else, it has its moments. I would never toy with the idea of doing anything else since finding this. I finish my day park walking dogs that are staying with us, and the parents request. It truly is the best therapy a person could ask for. It truly is my place to be. And that dog pictured, is a hot mess. A rescue from another country. Mom is a vet and took a chance. He is on more meds than you can count, and isn't fond of many. Somehow, I became his best friend. He trusted me, enjoyed my company sitting with him in his room, and did whatever I asked of him. Walking into the room with him for the first time was a bit unnerving, but proved to be successful, and something I needed. It's crazy how you can earn the trust of the magnificent beasts. Like I said, other people couldn't even walk in the room. I guess one would say, I've got what it takes.
At the end of the day, I come home to mine. And like with children, give them a kiss and a hug letting them know, "Thank you for being a good kid".❤