Test 011
Reading Practice: Volunteering at the Animal Shelter
Reading Text
On Saturday morning the barking behind the shelter door began before I had even rung the bell. I had signed up for a weekly shift at the animal shelter three weeks earlier and was still not sure what the work would involve. The coordinator, a cheerful woman called Marina, handed me an apron in the corridor. "Dogs first," she said. "They have waited since six o'clock." I have never met a group of animals so pleased to see a stranger.
My first job was walking. Every dog has a card on the wall which shows its name, its age and the walks it needs each day. I took out a heavy brown dog called Bruno, who pulled so hard that I nearly lost my balance. By the third walk I had learned to hold the lead shorter and to talk quietly. If you speak softly, Marina told me, most dogs calm down within a minute.
The part I remember best is the grey cat. She had been brought to the shelter in autumn and spent her days under a chair in the corner, where nobody could touch her. If I sat on the floor and waited, she would come closer, but any sudden movement sent her back. After two months of Saturdays she finally ate from my hand. Marina said the cat had been watching me for weeks before she decided I was safe.
In May the shelter held an adoption day, and the grey cat was chosen by a family with two quiet children. Bruno went home with a retired teacher the same afternoon. I have counted twelve dogs that I walked and that now live in flats across the city. Volunteering has taught me patience, which I did not have much of before, and it has shown me that trust is built slowly.