Tomorrow night I am going to the MSPCA Spirit of Kindness Silent Auction at the Skywalk Pavillion Top of the Hub at the Prudential Center. I’m totally psyched for many reasons. The main reason being, I have been a long-time supporter of the MSPCA all the way back to my third grade days of day camp at the MSPCA Methuen location. Though I must take this time to say I feel like the MSPCA completely misled me and my sweet 8-year-old innocence and expectations of what camp was all about.
You see, when my mom asked me if I wanted to go to camp at the animal shelter, I jumped at the opportunity. I loved dogs and cats and imagined myself playing with them all day long for 2 weeks straight. But no, my animal-loving friends. In the 2 weeks of camp, we visited the actual dog and cat shelter twice. 2 times. However, here’s a sampling of the things we DID do at MSPCA camp
1) Make up animal names for ourselves. I was “Susie Seal” because I didn’t want to be Snake and I couldn’t think of any other “S” animals.
2) Get chased around camp by Teddy the Goat. He took a special liking to me and head butted me on several occassions.
3) Sing songs such as “I Got You Spayed” sang to the tune of Sonny and Cher’s “I Got You Babe.”
4) Tie-dye shirts, lay them on the hay stacks to dry, and then watch in horror as Teddy the Goat climbed onto the hay stacks and trampled all over them.
5) Clean the horse manure out of the stables.
6) View pictures of baby calves, AKA veal in their horrible small living conditions. As well as pictures of starving and abandoned dogs.
7) Watch as one asshole kid tipped the porta-potty over with another child in it. Hence my fear of porta-potties.
Sit in a gross, dark barn loft filled with hay all day. They’ve since re-done the Methuen location and I think it now has an actual room in a building for campers (and real bathrooms too, ahem).
9) In my case, fall in love with a greyhound named Susie, and then get a peek at “the room” (as we referred to it) where she would be lay to rest.
So you see, MSPCA camp wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I like to joke that my mom sent me to animal slave camp/brainwash your child camp and that they should have been paying us for me to go there every day, rather than my parents paying them. However, I did go back for a second summer. Why? Because I love everything the MSPCA stands for and I would probably work there for free for the rest of my life if I didn’t have a pesky thing called rent to pay for, the necessity for health insurance, and a love for the finer things in love (just being honest).
The MSPCA taught me that there are other animals besides cats and dogs that need help. They taught me that every act helps, no matter how small. While I’m not yet in a position in my life to donate a lot of money to any cause, I do the little things where I can (like bringing old blankets, towels, and comforters to the shelters). They taught me that there are plenty of people in the world who have no shame mistreating animals and that we need to do everything we can to stop them.
So, I’m super excited to see what tomorrow night’s all about and to support my all-time favorite organization. Plus, my all-time favorite newscaster Randy Price is hosting the event. Yay! And who can turn down a dinner at the Top of the Hub? Not me.
P.S. anyone want to buy me a goat? As much as I despised Teddy at the time, he gave me a great appreciation for goats and I’ve always wanted a pet one. One who won’t head butt me.