Because my boss can't rub two brain cells together I've been put in charge of the holiday adoption - again. We're doing the 'Pawliday Wishes' these fucking PUNS all day today at the mall and throughout the month to get furballs out of the shelter. Show up and adopt something. Gonna just walk through and window shop on strays and talk about how cute they are and go home without them? Shame on you, you're dead to me and your Christmas spirit is fake.
We won't say no to volunteers but remember that you're not getting paid, though the cuddles you get in exchange (not from me, don't touch me just because I have cute ears) are worth it.
And for people who already have pets - yes, there is a Santa that your dog/cat/goat/goblin can take pictures with. Here's a sample. They make good holiday cards or whatever. Proceeds go to the shelter.
Questions? Complaints? Concerns? Too bad. I don't care. :)