My volunteer job at The Bahamas Humane Society (BHS) continues, as does the widespread epidemic of canine distemper. Even with all the publicity encouraging dog owners to have their pets vaccinated against the disease, distemper lingers on with a deadly vengeance. A few weeks ago, I heard that well over 1,200 dogs died as a result of the disease. I'm certain that the death rate is much higher at this time.
I considered volunteering for the free clinics offered this weekend, but quickly nixed the idea. I have two dogs; one senior dog has a delicate medical condition, and since canine distemper is a virus that can be passed on even through clothing, I thought it prudent not to associate myself with other dogs.
Coincidentally, and for the most part, I wrote this post in between answering phones and doing paper work at BHS. I also added to the outline of a book that I'm writing about my dogs. Upon completion of the book, along with my compilation of short stories and half finished novels, it too may get stored in a file and tucked away for posterity.
Then again, maybe not.