Sunday, July 29, 2007

Four Hours Left of the Blogathon

My little cross stitch is coming along nicely. Even before this Blogathon began, I told a friend that next year I would blog for the Shih Tzu rescue where she volunteers. And, I will do it, but after this one, I'm just going to sit and stitch, or knit or embroider or give myself a tattoo. And, every half hour I will post a picture of my progress.

I got three hours of sleep last night because I was up late, trying to figure out some things to post about today. I came up with twenty ideas and I don't know if I even got to ten of them. I'm now going to go back and add them what's already here.

Every year I have an idea of what I'm going to write about. I download photos of the dogs up for adoption and post them to my blog along with a little blurb about them. I find essays about foster dogs who smell and crippled dogs in shelters who are overlooked by everyone except little Tommy who has a gimpy leg, and I post them. I mention Petfinder. I share a list of 100 ways to help a shelter or rescue, even if you can't adopt. I look at the Blogathon as a chance to educate people about pet adoption.

And, once again, especially after only getting three hours of sleep, I wonder why I do it. I don't get much feedback. Today, I had comments left by my Blogathon monitor and by women who are involved with rescue. That's it. So I am glad I didn't post all the adoption & rescue stuff today. It would be like preaching to the choir.

So, next year I will be back and I will be happy to be participating in the Blogathon. But I'll be busy making something during the event and not writing stuff that no one ever reads. :)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ahh, but I am reading it. I think this is a fantastic thing you are doing! I think the education is important, so please consider doing it again.

Patty said...

Thank you for saying that. It means a lot. I know I was exhausted when I wrote this post. I know I will be back for the Blogathon next year. Maybe I can get someone to smack me when I start whining at 2am.