My foxiness couldn't save me from the monotony and routine of shelter life, even if I was only there for a few days before being rescued. The humans were very kind to animals, but in a fun-less kind of way being part of the incredibly serious and reputable RSPCA. It was all very worthy of course, and not all the helpers were like that. I made lots of friends among the human helpers but the happy ones were my favorites. I tried to cheer up the more serious ones by being my adorable self, which always worked because I'm so easy to love. Some of them seemed to have turned to animals because of troubles they had with their own kind, which showed on their bare human faces. Dogs don't have these troubles because we are loyal and true. The title of the organisation says prevention of cruelty to animals. It doesn't say anything about helping them to shine on like crazy diamonds, which of course is what I wanted to do. I wanted to be wild and free, with lots of leaf litter a