Moving In

​I had already signed up for volunteering at the local animal shelter and hospital (GSPCA) on August 17th and we had our first day as volunteers. Being a volunteer means a lot of things but, for us, it mainly meant my mom and I would adopt high-pitched voices as we walked dogs. Unlike the Human Society in Tampa, GSPCA was very small and only had around twenty to twenty-five animals. My mom and I got to meet almost all of them.
When you arrive at the building you must wait for a woman named Paula to allow you inside. We didn’t have to sit for long because she was very prompt and immediately brought us to the back where the leashes, kennels, cages, towels, baths, etc. were. She gave us a small tour so we’d know where things were in the future before helping us leash a dog to walk.
I walked three dogs but my favorite was a teenage dog named Shiloh.  Unsurprisingly, she was very shy. She’s about the size of my arm and has gray fur with a patch of black running from the back of her neck to her tail. It made her look elegant and fast.
By the time we finished walking the dogs it was almost time for our taxi to pick us up so we spent the last few minutes saying “hello” to some of the animals that couldn’t go for walks, including an almost-newborn puppy and cats (which I later learned to have an allergy to. Oops).
Instead of heading back to the marina, we moved to a house. Our boat had to have its holding tanks removed, cleaned, and replaced.  Therefore, we had no desire to be there when our home started to smell like waste. We accepted the alternative of moving into a house and immediately arrived at our home for the next week. The house was white and two-stories, though it wasn’t too large. The roof wasn’t a roof.  It was a garden with grass and plants growing on it. Very cool.
I don’t know how, but I somehow ended up with what would be considered the masters bedroom. Almost all of the rooms were identical. It just so happened that mine was the only one with two closets instead of one like the others.
To celebrate our “homecoming”, we invited the Port Louis Posse and their parents to hang out at the house. Besides dinner we were mostly separate. Kids were in my room and the adults on the balcony. Oh yeah, there was a balcony. The kids and I spent the night playing games on my bed until that got boring and then from there we played hide and seek. It may sound a little young, but boat kids don’t have the chance to play it so we must take any chance we have.
Eventually, after an almost exhausting amount of time running around our house the kids had to leave and we said goodbye for a couple days. I wouldn’t see the kids again until Cameron’s birthday.

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