I wanted to bolt. Honestly, I wanted to take all the notes I had been keeping about the shelter and present them to the attorney for the plaintiff, fill out an affidavit, take my suspension and walk away from this hellish place know as the Carson Animal Shelter.
I also wanted to stay. My Sundays were glorious after I began them by making sure most if not all the dog kennels were clean and all the water bowls were full. Putting in a few hours on a Sunday morning was like church for me. I left the shelter feeling as if I had done my duty to God and the animals. I hadn't yet understood there was no difference at all.