Providence Animal Rescue League is a wonderful place to volunteer. The atmosphere is laid back and relaxed, the workers don’t seem to judge you, and you’re surrounded by lovable animals; what more could you want? I love it now. I was nervous at first, but I personally love animals, so it makes it all worth it. I’m able to say all of this now because I’m comfortable at PARL. This second experience has made me feel at ease there.
First of all, when I first got there and felt extremely lost, a worker boosted my confidence. When I was floating around awkwardly not knowing how to start my shift, she came in and saw me. After I told her I was there for the second time she said “Oh so you know what you’re doing! Just go right in!” This made me feel a lot better because she treated me as if I was a veteran. Second of all, I wasn’t the newest volunteer there anymore. A new volunteer, a young adult named Allejondro, volunteered for the first time that day. This made me feel relaxed because I technically had more seniority than him; I was there longer; I had more experience.
I surprised myself with how confident I felt. Yes, it was my second time and I was no longer the new kid, but I still hadn’t been there long at all. I acted like I did though. I felt so much more calm the second time, especially dealing with the animals. I wasn’t afraid to go into the kittens’ cages at all, and I wasn’t afraid to go into the large cats’ cages either. The kittens obviously weren’t as intimidating as the cats I dealt with on my first day, but the large cats in the central room of PARL were! They were in the central room because they were big cats and they needed big cages, though I wasn’t afraid. The dramatic rise in my fearlessness was definitely a surprise to me.
I’m intrigued by the fact that I still haven’t seen all of PARL though I’ve been there twice. The first time I volunteered they only showed me the rooms pertaining to the cats, where I would be working. In addition to that I saw the garage because I needed to get the litter boxes. My second time I was exposed to a couple more rooms. I saw the hallway leading up to the laundry room, the laundry room itself, “the dog room” briefly, and a storage room. The hallway leading to the laundry room was through a door off the garage. Off of this hallway were two or three rooms that I didn’t go in, but glanced at. One room looked like a cat room that might be for sick cats. There was another room with larger cages that probably was the dog equivalent. I barely saw “the dog room” because the storage room was right at the beginning. “The dog room” contained many different dog cubby-cell things. There were dogs inside it, I assumed, but didn’t see personally. Unfortunately I wasn’t lead through that area. And obviously the laundry room kept laundry and the storage room kept food and water bowls and other storage. Keeping this in mind, it’s intriguing that I haven’t seen the entire shelter yet. It’s as if they don’t find full tours necessary because volunteers only deal with certain parts of the shelter. It’s interesting to think there’s a lot more I have yet to see at PARL.
I was pretty disgusted by the smell my second time. Sam and Kristin commented on how I didn’t mention the smells a lot in my verbal snapshot so, on my second trip to PARL I focused on the scents. I concluded the smell of cat litter is disgusting. I gagged a few times. I mean, I guess it’s sanitary that we change their litter every day, but it still smells horrid. The kittens smelled worse, at least in my opinion. But by the time I got to the large cats my nose might have already adjusted to the smell of cat. Other than that, it’s kind of hard to be disgusted in a place filled with innocent and adorable animals.
Overall, I had a great time volunteering my second time. Although I didn’t sign in when I first came in (because the other girls didn’t and I wasn’t instructed to so I didn’t even think about it) I worked longer than I had my first time volunteering. It didn’t feel longer though. I had more fun. I had the opportunity to play with the cats more, and wasn’t afraid to interact with them as much. Maybe the key to PARL is comfortability; maybe that’s why they don’t have formalities, because being comfortable causes the work to go by quickly and efficiently. Now that I think about it, it kind of makes sense.