I am Such a Secret Softie

While we were out running around today, we went into out local Petco to get some food & treats for the Crackhaid Dawg. They were having an adoption event for the local animal shelter. There was one female dog in there who looked at the families with such hope and longing it brought tears to my eyes. She looked like she'd once had a family and so desperately wanted to have one again. I actually cried the whole time we were in line.   As we were getting ready to leave, I spotted a donation bucket for the animal shelter.  "Wait!!" I said to TWH.  "There's a donation bucket.  I wanna donate!!"  TWH gives me the change in his pocket which earned him a slightly less than scathing look.  "WHAT??" TWH asked.  "We are NOT just giving them pocket change!!" I declared.  Now, it turns out he'd actually dumped about $7 in change outta his pocket into The Boy's cupped hands but it still didn't seem like enough.  TWH sighed, opened his wallet, and pulled out an amount that I deemed worthy, and handed it to me.  It wasn't nearly enough. It probably never is. I know these places operate on a shoestring budget. There's never enough of ANYTHING to go around.  TWH says I'm supporting Puppy & Kitty welfare.  I like to think I'm supporting Love & Hope.  So for all my Potty Mouthed Snarkiness, I am a Secret Softie.  Do what you can for the Greater Good.  You'll be glad you did.