It was the winter of 2010 and I was assigned as the director for a documentary film we were working on at the university, for my masters degree. This was my first time literally calling the shots of a small group of four students.
We spent 5 days from 8am to 4pm filming the daily routine of an animal shelter in a nearby city. Every morning we were greeted with a barking symphony that would take hours to stop, all because we were strangers to them. And I can't go on without mentioning the strong smell of pee and poop, although all the volunteers where highly committed to keep the premises cleaned.
I really wanted to do this, but I wasn't prepared at all for the overwhelming sensation after learning all the dogs and cats' stories. The worse part was learning why all the volunteers sacrificed a bit of their savings to install surveillance cameras around the facility. People would show up in the middle of the night and throw the dog over a 3 meter high wall!
They would rather risk breaking the dog's head or paws, by throwing them like garbage... shameful!
There were other stories about the tree right next to the entrance gate. They've lost count of how many times they would get there in the morning and find a box with a litter or a dog tied to it. Better than throwing them, but still it's a shame.
Guys, if you can have them don't be ashamed to show up and deliver them to good hands. Just don't do this!
Nevertheless, this documentary was an enriching and made me feel like there's hope for human kind. There's still people willing to take a time of their life helping defenseless creatures, creatures that exist to coexist with us, not to be kicked like an old boring toy.
Seriously, I wanted to take all those wonderful creatures home with me!
There was this female dog with the most sweetest eyes ever, on the pictures below. Since my first day I fell in love with her and the first thing I would do was check on her and give all the petting I could. She would lean her head to the fence and kept still while I ran my hand through the silky white coat, and in my mind I would keep wishing her good luck and hoping she would find a new home.
On the fourth day, as usual I ran to her cage and found out she was not there anymore. My heart started racing and worried that something might have happened. I ran to the coordinator of the shelter and she happily gave me the best news ever, she was adopted shortly after we left on the previous day.
I felt a bit sad for not saying goodbye, but thrilled over the fact that now she was in a home and loved.
I could stay here all day long telling stories of all the dogs on the pictures I took, but you can already guess that there's no such thing as a happy story for all these beautiful unfortunate creatures.
May this post bring awareness to every one!