Personal Narrative: The Morgantown Animal Shelter
In spite of having three fish named Sharky, Goldy, and Angel, one frog named Froggy, one spoiled guinea pig named Tilly, two Labs named Molly and Zeus (also known as the neighborhood terrors), and one miniature schnauzer named Bella, who is the alpha of the house, my mother woke me one summer morning to go to the Morgantown Animal Shelter to volunteer for the day. Needless to say, my father gave us a long lecture of how we were not to bring any more animals home. I remember as I walked through the doors of the animal shelter I glanced at the cages full of kittens. My mother whispered to me, “Do not even ask. Your dad said not to bring another animal home.” To my father’s surprise, that day after working at the shelter Buddy was adopted. Buddy