HoundsGood: Chronicles of a Virtual Volunteer

Throughout the past years, there have been individuals who have gone on some amazing quests. There was the young man whose avocation was to eat at every single Denny’s in the country, or at least as many as possible.  Of course, that is considered a more wallet friendly restaurant but gasoline and just eating out for every single meal adds up. Similarly, Ted Murphy had a dream of his own. He wants to get his photo taken with every single person who reads his blog. Since that would involve cross country and international travel, and Ted is not made of that kind of money yet, he decided to ask his readers to simply print out his face instead. Bonus points for sticking our tongues out.

In Michigan, specifically the Metro Detroit area, we are enjoying the tail end of a gorgeous day.  I was enjoying a visit with the “sibs” today, so decided to feature Ted with Chloe, who is my “sister” (she belongs to my parents so she’s technically my sister, right?).  She is one of the extended HoundsGood hounds, meaning that she is a contributor to this blog, and enjoyed her time exploring the grassy knoll near a cider mill.  Yes, “it’s real.”  Chloe has never had tongue extensions.While I enjoy salvaging antiques and such that others are about to toss out, I will say, hands down, Chloe is the very best thing that ever was pulled out of the trash. She was pulled from behind a dumpster, behind a shopping center, by my (human) sister.  She was just a wee pup back then, and too young to make it on her own.  She was too young to have been weaned from her mother, and she was all alone.  Chloe is one lucky dog.If she would have been picked up by animal control, she would likely have been euthanized.  Black, mixed breed dogs are the last to get adopted.  Sometimes it is because they don’t attract attention on the pound websites because they are so hard to photograph.  Often, other times, they will just fade into the background.  In fact, whem I am over, I sometimes walk past and think that she isn’t there! Then her eyes open and that little bit of white shines, or she gives out a Beagle-like yodel and I realize that I wasn’t going nuts.  I indeed DID let her back in from the yard like I thought.That in a loving home, where she gets noticed.  Imagine what would happen in a cold shelter with too many dogs to keep track of?Good luck, Ted, in your quest.  You didn’t quite manage to get a picture of what I look like, but you definitely snagged a photo of a beauty queen, a photo op with a “Purebred Motown Mutt”!  You may never want to wash your face ever again.  Maybe it will inspire someone to go down to the county pound and get one of their own! It is a very special breed and no two look the same!

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