A Walk on the Wild Side

Today, I walked dogs. It was great. They weren't my dogs. They weren't anybodies dogs. They were shelter dogs, and frickin adorable ones at that. We (H, V, the GF and me) took a bus across the whole width of the city, before getting off about an hours walk from the kennels (Thanks to H's awful navigation skills!). We got to the kennels, and the  lady gave us two dogs that both seems extremely eager to go on a walk

Ella, a shy golden German Shepard that doesn't like getting her photo taken

 and Vinnie, a badgercraprolling, drooling, excited bag of adorable 

We took them for a rambling yomp through the woods and across the fields, dodging the cavalry

   

and finding stunning views 

before returning the dogs, tongues lapping and tails wagging.

I'd never really thought about walking dogs for a rescue kennels, but it seems like a win-win-win-win-win scenario
A)You get the pride that comes from donating your time to do some good for others

B)The dogs get a good long walk, a chance to explore, and interaction with humans that might help them with trust problems they have due to their abandonment

C)The kennel people have 2 less dogs to walk that day, so can do other things

D)You get to go for walks and go exploring, when otherwise you (I) would probably be inside on the laptop

E)You (I) get to try out your new camera, before realising you know none of the settings, and go home and read the book V got you for your birthday, and understand it just a little bit more