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Confessions of a reluctant dog rescue volunteer

I have always been both in love with and allergic to dogs. In fact, for most of my life, after stupidly petting every dog I met, I’d have to rush to a faucet, my hands held haz-mat-fashion in front of me, or pay the price of hives and scratchy, blood-shot eyes.

pg21I once drove a dog that had been hit by a car to an emergency pet hospital, caressing the poor thing on my lap. I arrived coughing hysterically, gasping for air. “The dog will be fine,” said the vet. “I’m really worried about you, though!”

Love eventually had its way: After just a few weeks of working at SOS Chapala DOG Rescue, my allergy inexplicably disappeared. But, this was just one of so many surprises and lessons I now cherish as a dog rescue volunteer. 

My husband, Edgar, and I arrived at SOS just before the municipality of Chapala formally inaugurated its ground-breaking rescue. The first volunteers there who’d cunningly invited us, supposedly just to have a look, knew we’d see what they’d seen: a nascent rescue in dire distress, dogs rescued from one form of abuse now wallowing in another. So, we, too, reluctantly rolled up our sleeves and got to work. 

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