Nestled far away from the crazy city traffic and sky kissing scrappers, the farm seemed like a haven tucked away where everyone loved the other. As we pulled up towards the entrance, I saw ducks and geese walking around; which mind you, is a rare scene out here.
The welcome we got literally shook us up. Shaggy,a three month old pup came bounding and as soon as I bent down to pet him, he showered me with his enthusiastic licks. He clearly showed us how happy and thrilled he was to have someone visit him and play with him. This by far is one of the best welcomes I have ever received, just the kind my little black daschund Pixie (seen in pict); back home, in India gives me. (I will introduce her thoroughly in another entry.)
The welcome we got literally shook us up. Shaggy,a three month old pup came bounding and as soon as I bent down to pet him, he showered me with his enthusiastic licks. He clearly showed us how happy and thrilled he was to have someone visit him and play with him. This by far is one of the best welcomes I have ever received, just the kind my little black daschund Pixie (seen in pict); back home, in India gives me. (I will introduce her thoroughly in another entry.)
The QAWS farm is an example to be followed. For a facility started and run by people who have families and babies and a full-time day job, the place is way too clean and hygienic. In-fact, if you ask me, I consider this place to be one of the cleaner animal shelters I have been to. The staff and volunteers are there, giving it their all, and the happy and healthy animals are a testimony to their dedication.
If given a chance I could spend an entire day there without a worry, as the animals shower their undivided affection and attention on you. You can divide your time walking the dogs, socialising with the furry feline creatures, cotton-ball bunnies, ducks, geese, and can also be-friend a possum and a mule -- if they’re in one of their best moods.
If given a chance I could spend an entire day there without a worry, as the animals shower their undivided affection and attention on you. You can divide your time walking the dogs, socialising with the furry feline creatures, cotton-ball bunnies, ducks, geese, and can also be-friend a possum and a mule -- if they’re in one of their best moods.
For all the joy the place brought us, one poster pinned up on the bulletin board shocked the H*** out of us. There on the poster is a picture of a robust looking black dog. Her name is Bullet. Ask why? She has been shot eight times! Yes, EIGHT times. And still carries around three irremovable bullets lodged inside! (Thankfully they won’t harm her anymore). I can’t even fathom the suffering the poor thing must have been through. And, I can’t even get myself to figure out why somebody would do such a ghastly thing to a harmless, affectionate creature.
However there is consolation, the world isn’t all bad; Bullet is now safe with QAWS and is getting more than her share of love and attention.
However there is consolation, the world isn’t all bad; Bullet is now safe with QAWS and is getting more than her share of love and attention.
The shoot went off well. We all had such a good time. The unconditional love animals shower you with is so fulfilling and untainted. And no matter how badly we wanted to take a dog home, we couldn’t. Our apartment doesn’t permit it, and it isn’t fair to the lovely animal that runs around freely in the farm. However, we’ve decided to make time and spend more of it with the animals at QAWS henceforth. An evening well spent -- as we drove back, still, sporting that broad grin.
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