After volunteering at an open intake animal shelter for almost two decades as a dog handler, I have experienced the joy of working with animals and also the heartbreak. I write essays as a way to work through my feelings, share my experiences, encourage others to volunteer, and most importantly, to express my gratitude to the animals. Being a co-founder and Board Member of Pennsylvania Voters For Animals is an extension of my gratitude to all animals. I hope my essay “To Whom It May Concern” touches you and inspires you to volunteer on behalf of all animals. 

To Whom It May Concern:          

I walk shelter dogs. All breeds. All needs. All weather. Walking dogs is my calling.  I have walked parks from Peace Valley to High Rocks. I know what a Martingale, Halti, Gentle Leader, and EZ-walk harness are. I keep a dog treat, poop bag, or squeaky toy in at least one pocket of every pair of jeans I own. I can take a damn good photo of a dog at the end of a 20-foot lead while wading through a creek and post it on Facebook without missing a step. I wear a headlamp, fanny pack, camelback, and carry my own people snacks so I can walk six hours without needing a break. I keep a rain suit in the trunk of my car. I dream of owning insulated coveralls. This is important for you to know because I walked your dog. 

I was there when he was brought to the shelter. I know why he was surrendered, though I cannot understand how anyone could give up this dog. I could hardly wait until he was approved for handling. I ran my hands over his body again and again until I knew what hurt, the hidden scars, his favorite spots, and every tender bone. I pampered him in every way I could. I worried about him. At the same time, I hoped you were out there.  I was insulted when visitors passed by him. I taught him to wait for me, watch me, and walk with me, things that have no importance to a dog, and he was able to put aside the stress of kennel life to give me what I wanted.  I knew he was a good dog.

You may be curious about his life at the shelter but think it is too hard to hear.  I want you to know that it was an honor and a privilege to walk your dog. The time spent with him was precious.  Your dog taught me the importance of every life and how much more is communicated by simply being quiet. I take what your dog taught me and share it with the next to create a strong legacy.     

I am curious to know about you and what his life is like now. I imagine he rides in the backseat to the bank, takes up most of the couch when watching TV, sleeps on the left side of the bed, and loves walks with you. I know he is happy in your home.                   

If I were to talk to you at the shelter, I would tell you that while I was walking your dog, I loved him.  The relief and joy I felt when you took him home made me cry. Those are the only tears I let him see. I am eternally grateful to you for loving him. Thank you for taking his lead. – Karen E. Winkler