I love my Ivy (She’s my car, a lovely shade of green, just a little old), she’s a great car. Usually gets me from point A to point B. But in the past couple weeks, she has died not once, but TWICE.
The first time, I was lucky. It was just the battery, an easy fix. The guy at the store, Auto Zone or something like that, even gave me a discount. So I had no problem there.
A week later though? Haha. Big Problem. My car died again. Now, I knew it wasn’t the battery, it had just been replaced. And it wasn’t the alternator, because my car died earlier in the year because of that and it got replaced. Soooo….I don’t know anything about cars.
Luckily, my boyfriend does. He managed to get the car running by banging on the starter, and we limped my poor little Ivy back to the college (We were at the mall, getting shoes and a little clutch to go with my dress. Turning 21 Saturday!!!). My car was complaining the entire way, making an awful noise, not going above 40 miles an hour. Not a good time.
This weekend was spent deciding what to do about my car, there were exchanges made, a Uhaul rented, several trips driven by my boyfriend, my grandfather, and I, etc. Now my car is in Orlando getting fixed, and my papa was wonderful enough to lend me his truck for the week.
All of this is to say….I didn’t post on Monday because of everything going on with my car. BUT I am posting now, and I have to say, the week has only improved.
I skipped yoga last week (bad idea, my stress went through the roof and I was tired for daayyyysssss), so after the stress of this weekend, I HAD to go last night. And it was just what the doctor ordered. It brought me back to my center, calmed me down, and got me ready for the rest of the week.
Today? Well, I’ve already gotten a lot done. I had an early start this morning (quite a reluctant start too, I really need to catch up on my sleep) and went down to Naples. For one of my classes, we’re required to do 10 service learning hours. For my hours, I chose to volunteer at Shy Wolf Sanctuary.
It was not at all what I was expecting. I was thinking it would be a secluded type place, sort of like a nature preserve where you can hike and such, one with a big sign to let you know “Hey, this is where the wolves and wild creatures are!” But no. It was definitely not secluded, it was in a residential area. I passed by the place and had to do a 3-point turn to get back. And it was…a house. There wasn’t a welcome center or anything. There weren’t even proper parking spots.
These are not complaints, just factual observations, because this place is….wonderful. It is a little slice of paradise for an animal and nature lover like me. Around the side of the house, there’s a gate and a fence so high you can’t see over it. It’s all very non-descript. Just your average home with a fence. Until you get in and see the HUGE cages, and I really mean they are huge. They have to accommodate wolves and Florida panthers and such, after all.
Looking around, there were several raccoons, a couple skunks, a few tortoises, one silver-tipped red fox (with two others in the quarantine area, they had just been brought in and still need to be checked out by the vet before being introduced to the other animals), one Florida panther, and wolves. Wolves upon wolves upon wolves. And wolf-dogs.
Now this place is more of a rescue than anything. They do not breed their animals, they don’t sell them or anything. It’s like a zoo almost, with every enclosure being tailored to the habitat of that animal. Except there are no mean humans there to stress them out, poke and prod at them, take constant pictures, be noisy, litter, etc. There are several volunteers, regular feeding days (Four days a week), cleaning of the enclosures almost every day (depending on the animals), and then there are the tours for visitors, and they also do community outreach to educate the people on Shy Wolf and its inhabitants.
All of the animals there are rescues. They have either been abandoned, abused, or injured somehow some way, and they found their way to a safe place where they could be looked after. Most of them were born in captivity and sold to people who didn’t know how to properly care for them. Now they can’t survive on their own. Especially some of the elderly wolves, who are blind. Or the sick wolves (one has blood cancer and could go any day. It’s really sad). But they get to live a life of relaxation and security at this place.
You all can probably tell I’m more than a little excited to get started there. Luckily my first actual volunteer day is this Friday, which is when I get started on my training as a Level 0 volunteer. Which leads me to the Level system they have.
Volunteers go from Level 0 to Level 5, each with a different type of clearance to go into the enclosures with the animals. Some are friendlier than others, and some present a biting risk and only certain volunteers, the very experienced ones, get to handle those types of enclosures. It’s a good system. It keeps the volunteers as safe as they can be, and it makes the animals feel secure and respected. Certain wolves only like a few of the volunteers, and only those volunteers can clean those cages and feed those animals. But then there are other wolves that love EVERYONE. We actually got to go into an enclosure today, a Level 2, with two wolves in it. One was skittish, so he stayed away from all the hubbub, but the other was all over everyone demanding to be pet, sniffing everyone, rubbing up on all of us new volunteers. It was a really cool experience. Now that last wolf I described is actually a wolf-dog hybrid. Surprisingly, she’s much more wolf than dog. She has a very high wolf content, but she acts more like a dog than a wolf.
It seems like things are really looking up, I’ll do another post on Monday, let you all know how the birthday weekend went. As promised, here’s a photo of the dress I chose for the family/friend dinner, and the going out with friends.
Not the best pic of me, but a pretty good one of the dress. Until next week my lovelies, I bid you adieu!