Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I have been remiss in updating the blog, but rest assured, I'm still a transporter! I've just been busy. You'll see why in the next blog entry.
Becks and I had the displeasure of picking up an Anatolian Shepherd from her owner. Yep, the owner who was dumping her. I don't know why, but the whole situation was weird weird weird. One minute the woman is telling me she was training her to be a service dog and the next she is handing me her paperwork and going over how much $ she has put into the dog. Barf. You are talking to the wrong person if you want to talk about how much money it takes to properly care for a dog. I was not impressed.
Comanche was a very scared girl. I had to have the owner tighten her collar and get her into my car because her collar was way too big (easy to back out of) and the woman refused to send her with a leash. I tell you, she was a real peach. On top of that, she informed me she would also be sending no food bowls, water, or dog food. Fine, great, I'll take care of it. Thank god this dog landed in rescue and will find a home who will love her without limits.
Comanche was a very quiet passenger and with her nervous tummy pooped a little in my car. Luckily Becks was riding with me and was able to tell me because at first we thought she just had gas.... which the 2 year old found to be hysterical. A quick clean up and we were back on the road to hand off. Thank you Clorox bleach wipes!