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Green County Humane Shelter Bake Sale

About a month ago; my daughter Cheyenne decided she wanted to help raise funds for the shelter. She has been supporting a dog and a cat for three months now. I should add that Chey is not even 10 yrs old yet.

Cheyenne has always wanted to become a veterinarian. It is always all about her pets. When she is away from home, she calls me and wants to talk to her cat on the phone. In May, she was surfing the shelter's site and decided to sponsor a cat. When she got to the shelter, she took on a dog also.

Her dog is Zoey Jane, a beautiful pit bull that I would love to take home. If you know the breed, they should not be left alone with other dogs. We have an adopted Whippet and a Doberman Pincher. But she is quite an amusing dog that goes out of her way to entertain. Once a month, we go to the shelter and walk her down to Culvers for a burger. Last time, she crawled on the ground like a lizard and rolled around in the grass. The more Cheyenne and her friends laughed, the more Zoey carried on. She is only 18 months old

Her cat she has never seen due to illness. She is always in quarantine. Not seeing the cat doesn't seem to upset Cheyenne. She goes in to the cat area and has to play with all of the cats. It drives me up the wall, but I keep those thoughts to myself. It is her compassionate nature to get in there and want to do all she can for them.

What I am driving at here, is that I have been very impressed by how she has handled the arranging of this sale. She contacted the bank for a space to sell. She contacted the paper and interviewed so she had some advertisement for free (at the bank's suggestion to her). She has been calling her friends to bake things and has a list of people for me to pick up on Friday. Damn, that sure wasn't me when I was nine.

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