I know I've probably already sent this to you in my giddy narcissism,
but in case I haven't, here it is. I like making myself look
cool, and this is my attempt. Please like me. If you were
extremely dyslexic this would count as my fifteen minutes of
fame. Otherwise, I figure I still have about 14:45 left to
go.
I would like to note that every time a photographer came up to me in
that shelter, it was ALWAYS when I was trying to handle a dog who
wanted to bite me. ALWAYS. This dog was no exception.
See how he's backed against the cage with his tail tucked?
Brilliant. If he would've bitten, there would be some all new
headlines, I gua-ran-tee.
I would also like to note that I was wearing a Clemson Rugby shirt in
this picture. I kept trying to turn so he could see it, but then
again, I was probably too red-faced from the embarassement of not being
able to lasso the dog that he didn't want a front view.
From the Arizona Daily Star:
"Volunteer Shannon Parker
tries to coax a pet out of a carrier for a little exercise at a shelter
in Baton Rouge, La. Hundreds of pets have been warehoused at the
John M. Parker Coliseum on the Louisiana State University campus by
owners who have been displaced in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina."
One last thing:
I'm coming home this weekend for a wedding, so if you're in the HKY,
give me a hollar. Speaking of weddings, congratulations to the
58.35 new friends of mine who got engaged this week. If you guys
don't stop getting married, I am going to have to start some
Louisiana-style looting to pay for all these dresses. Of course,
I could always wear my supersuuuuit (if Seth would tell me where it is).