I have to say, this week has been exhausting and since I am writing this on Sunday and have just about run out of stamina, I am going to skip wordy introductions and just dive in with a blow-by-blow report. Excuse the lack of long and pretty descriptions: I am pooped.
In preparation for a trip to the Grenada Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (GSPCA), I spent a few hours on Tuesday cooking up some homemade doggy biscuits. In anticipation of making said treats, I’d bought a Styrofoam tray of pigs’ feet that weekend. I hadn’t actually picked out my recipe yet, so I didn’t have a list of ingredients, but assumed pigs’ feet could work their way into the dish somehow. The recipe I used (Wheat Dog Biscuits from Bullwrinkle) called for water or broth. So I boiled a pan full of pigs’ feet for a couple hours and used the broth for the recipe. My apartment smelled like boiling lard, but those dogs loved the bite-sized bits I brought to the shelter. (I think I might rename the recipe “Babe Bites” since our dog, Babe, was named after the pig and I’m pretty sure she’d also love these biscuits.)
The shelter visit was sort of an orientation for a handful of SOs, to give us an idea of how we can be of service to the GSPCA and to familiarize us with the shelter’s layout and policies. I’d been both excited and anxious to visit the shelter, hopeful that I could help Grenada’s suffering pet population, but equally nervous about what sort of dismal state the shelter might be in. I’d only my own experience working for years at a well-funded Humane Society back in the States to compare and knew I was in for an unpleasant shock.