The Shed

One of the disorienting lessons from Saturday was about the shed, or as I've started thinking about, The Shed.

The Whatcom Humane Society is out by the airport. It's on a road with light industrial businesses and other odds and ends like the National Guard's station. The building is basic cinder block industrial, and there's a chain link fence around it. Nothing that impressive. I had assumed the shed just inside the gate was storage, and had sort of edited from my mind.

It is storage, but not the kind I thought. It's an after hours pet drop off area, one that can only be accessed from the deposit side, and only once. It isn't just inside the fence; it breaches the fence, so one side of it is on the outside of the fence and one side on the inside.

The good thing about this is, people can drop off lost or stray animals at all hours of the day and night, without worrying about filling out forms. Once the animals have been placed in the metal containers, the doors can't be opened from The bad thing is, it means animals might be put in dark metal boxes at just after the society closes, say, 6:15 PM, and not be taken out again until 8 AM. Is it just me being overly sympathetic to be worried about this? I hear the yips and feel the shivers in my mind.

Greg