Every year from April to September on the second Saturday of these months, the Humane Society has a dog wash. Funny how the school's initials are the same as the society's. I arrived around 9:30. Washing dogs fit the descriptions from the interrogation of Cissy. We wet the dogs, put shampoo on them, rinsed them, gave them a flea dip if the owner wanted it, and dried them. Some of the dogs were kind of large. I washed at least two smaller dogs by myself. They all seemed to want to stand on the edge of the table (on which they were put if they were small enough) even though it would've been incredibly dangerous to jump. Actually, I'm not quite sure they realized how far they were from the ground. I'm glad we have perspective. In 6th grade, we learned how "special" we were because we had opposable thumbs, depth perception, and stood upright. This was our introduction to early humans. Anyways, Cissy was right. I became more immune to certain smells. I can still distinctly smell the weird shampoo that the Humane Society had. The flea dip smelled a bit like bleach but not as strong. One of the smaller dogs was so nice and just stood in the tub of flea dip, whereas other dogs were very eager to leave. There were drinks and food , but there were so many dogs that I didn't eat until I got home. The ladies who were volunteering were very nice. When I arrived, one of them was at the gate and she told me to go to the lady with blonde hair. There were two or three people with blonde hair, though. My father came at about 2:10pm to take me home, and by then, my lower back was very, very tired. I can still fell it, actually, just like Cissy had complained. Next time she'll probably be there too. Focusing on washing dogs really helps pass the time because five hours is a very long time while doing only one thing.
::EDIT:: Today's my brother's 8th birthday! I know... I forgot until after I published the post.
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