Welcome!!!

This is the Peninsula SPCA's new blog. We are going to keep you up to date on the latest SPCA news for our area. Here you will find stories of our rescues, our adoptions, fun crafts to donate, dog/cat of the week and so much more. We want to get the word out about all the amazing animals we have and the wonderful employees and volunteers who staff our shelter. So please stop by frequently for updates.

Now for all you cat and dog lovers out there:

The Difference Between Cats and Dogs
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00am- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30am- Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40am- Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30am- Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
11:30am- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon- Oh boy! Kids! My favorite!
1:00pm- Oh boy! The garden! My favorite!
4:00pm- Oh boy! Kids! My favorite!
5:00pm- Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30pm- Oh boy! Mom! My favorite!
6:00pm- Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30pm- Oh boy! Sleeping on mom's bed! My favorite!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 183 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
Today my attempts to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. Must try this at the top of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. Must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of allergies. Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more that happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move.
Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time...

-Courtesy of an emailing friend