The Best Part–Why I’m Happy to Vacuum Every Day

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Several years ago, I decided that my children needed to begin learning about volunteerism, and how we each must do our part to serve others and improve our own small corners of the world.  Since they were nine and six at the time, that great big concept went–zoom!–right over their heads.  So I started again, this time on a more concrete level.

Me:  “Let’s spend some of our time helping someone else.”

Son (9):  “Like who?”

Me:  “Who would you like to help?”

Daughter (6):  “Puppies and kittens!”

Of course–no shocker there.  Aren’t most kids crazy about animals?  Although I had visions of visiting grandmotherly types in nursing homes (nursery homes, as my daughter called them at the time), I also wanted them to enjoy volunteering enough that they’d want to do it again, again, and again.  So puppies and kittens it was, or at least cats and dogs.

We were so fortunate to find a local no-kill animal shelter that was willing to let children volunteer with parental supervision.  Properly oriented and attired (rubber boots are recommended!), we went to work.  Or rather, I worked, scooping cat litter (my fave!) and mopping the floors, while my kids “socialized” the animals.  As best I could tell, this involved sitting on the floor with seven cats on their laps and petting dogs, while I toiled around them, but since animals who enjoy humans are really the only ones who get adopted, it was important work, too.  My kids absolutely loved it, and we worked there one morning a week, until the military told us it was time to move to Tennessee for a few years.

And there we hit a brick wall, because of all sorts of goofy rules that you have to be at least thirteen, or sixteen, or whatever unreachable age to work in the shelters.  I put my kids to work clipping coupons for pet food, cat litter, treats, cleaning supplies, and all the things that shelters need, and we’d drop supplies off, but they just didn’t feel connected.  So taking another approach, I contacted the local golden retriever rescue.  We were between dogs at the time and were ready to adopt, and I wanted to see if they might be more flexible about letting children volunteer.  This is where I knocked it out of the park, people, because not only were they were thrilled to have us help, but we adopted three-year-old Harley, who had been surrendered for digging out of his fenced-in kennel and chasing goats and chickens.  Since we had neither goats nor chickens in suburban Nashville, we got along swimmingly.  It just felt right to have a dog in the house again, and the kids were ecstatic:

i love dogs

There were a few minor hiccups…

dog shaming golden retriever


Perhaps I should have drawn the line at transporting rescue dogs to and fro and fund-raising (my daughter sold bottled water and hot chocolate in the neighborhood and pushed adoption to her customers with all the subtlety of a dump truck), but my daughter, by then nine, asked us to “temporarily” foster nine-year-old Sunny while his regular foster family went away on Christmas vacation.  It would just be for a few weeks, she said.


Sunny weighed 150 pounds when he came to the rescue.  He had dandruff, and seizures, and a wart on his nose (I am not kidding), no one had trimmed his nails for about five years, he smelled REALLY bad, and he tore his cranial ligament in one of his back legs, requiring a $1500 operation (the wonderful rescue covered that!) and six weeks of rehab.  He also cared nothing about obedience training and had perfected the art of passive resistance.  All in all, he was a train wreck.  He was also the perfect second dog for us, and he never went back to his foster family.  He’s down to about 100 pounds, but he still smells bad. 🙂

golden retrievers

I have completely given up on wearing the color black, I carry a lint roller in my car, and if I don’t vacuum every. great big tumbleweeds of golden fur gather on my hardwood floors.  I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  My kids have learned about unconditional love, and responsibility, and that even creatures who are discarded as broken, or old, or undesirable are worthy of love and respect.  And they are still faithful volunteers and advocates for the “least of these.”

The dogs have repaid us a thousand times over.  We moved again this summer, from Tennessee to Georgia, and my husband deployed overseas about a week after we arrived.  The dogs gave my children something to focus on besides themselves, and helped us to quickly establish a routine.  Sunny sleeps faithfully by my son’s side every night and I’m sure has listened to many a whispered confidence, but he’ll never tell.

boy and dog


However, I do want to be clear that I will no longer “temporarily” foster any dogs.  We’re obviously not ANY good at that!

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  1. You are smarter than me. I have a golden retirever and a bernese mountain dog. Not matter what I wear, fur shows!
    When my daughters were doing 4h with the dogs I was always asked about the fur. I just smiled and said that I have a good quality vacuum.

    • Too funny! Yes, you’re stuck whether you wear light colors or dark, aren’t you? Our first golden’s “best friend” was a Bernese–such delightful dogs! I have a great vacuum, too. 🙂

  2. With four Labs in our house, you can bet our vacuum gets a good work out. 🙂

    Wonderful “love” story….Tina

    PS Try Grizzly Salmon Oil in the pups’ diet…it cures many a woe, especially doggie skin/coats that smelly like “doggie”….

    • I’ve been giving him salmon oil capsules but no particular brand, so maybe I’ll try yours. Thanks for the recommendation. So, if I vacuum every day with two dogs, do you vacuum twice a day with four dogs? 🙂

  3. As a “parent” to three rescue dogs, including a golden retriever, I love this post! Still can’t say I’m happy about all the vacuuming though!

  4. Right after my divorce my two girls and I moved into a new home. Things were so different for them – they were in a new house, in a new neighborhood, with new friends, and I had a new job. So, we went to the local animal rescue and got the cutest little bundle of fur. He was the only one in his litter that had survived a horrific time but we knew that he was “the one” for us. He had some issues at first, but with lots of love and TLC Rascal was the best thing that happened to our little family. Rescue dogs are the best – and they give nothing but love. Hugs!

    • I really do think that rescue dogs are grateful, Carol, and they show that in everything they do. So glad your Rascal found his forever home just when you needed him!

    • Katie Jones says

      So glad the dog was able to help your children. I will be going through a similar situation soon, so I adopted a cat from our Vet’s office, to help with the stress. The kids are responding SO well to her. They would love a dog, but I am not yet ready for that big a pet commitment!

      Good luck to your family in your new adventures.

  5. Rescue dogs are so special, truly a breed of their own. On a side note, where did you get your darling purse in your first picture?

  6. Kathleen Warren says

    Wonderful!!! I know another little girl who misses them very much! Harley and Sunny are often the topic of conversation. Thistle and Rose say ‘hi’ 😉

  7. Our Tucker, a 2 year old blonde Golden Retriever (currently laying at my feet) is the most loving and wonderful dog! He sheds as much or more than Sally, our Black Lab who was in our family for 14 years and passed on last year. I said I would never again have a dog that sheds as much as Sally did. Now I am changing my wardrobe from black to beige and cleaning up blonde, instead of black, furry tumbleweeds.

  8. I know this is an older post, but I wanted to comment anyway because I found it so touching. There are so many beautiful animals in need and so many folks that don’t realize they are worth a less than pristine home. The love you get back is priceless and I will take the fur in my cornflakes and the chin on my knee. Also, just a comment…you can combine the love for your dogs with your desire to volunteer by having them certified as therapy dogs. Then they can go to nursing homes and visit with the elderly and infirm who often terribly miss being able to have animals in their lives. I did it for years with my American Bulldog and it was a wonderful experience. Thank you for the lovely post!

    • That’s a great idea, Eileen, although my dogs need to work on their nice manners a bit before they get certified! And you’re right, the chaos and fur are both well worth it! 🙂

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