Bus Full O'Boston's

I/we have done a transport or two in our time. We've hauled Labs, Golden's, all American's, Setters, Pointers and then some. Most are memorable trips and the feeling of gratification is profound. Each transport is unique. Like the three-legged dog (who's name escapes me), or the trip with the 4 dogs that included one female in heat, one male aggressive dog and one female who didn't like human males. There was the time I broke the relay person's glasses during the hand off. Egads, I'm still sorry about that little incident.

This morning we hauled four Boston's to Lincoln, about an hour away from home. We figured it would be a piece of cake. We figured wrong. There were two six month old puppies, a senior girl who's tongue stuck out the whole time. We think she was giving the whole world raspberries. Plus another female named Angel. One must always wonder about dog's named Angel.

The hand off was interesting. Four drivers with dogs in tow. Each dog with a bag of vet records and kibble. Two crates, a box of something traveling with the dogs going on to Colorado. Extra leashes. We brought water and water bowl.

Crate use was optional. We hadn't even left the parking lot when one of the dogs horked down Reno's arm. You may have heard the swearing. First stop was to buy paper towels. Note to self, pack paper towels next transport. Cleaned up first mess and hit the interstate for the run down to Lincoln. Dogs all settled, three in a huddle. Fourth one settles on top of a crate. No doubt the best position to give other travelers raspberries from. Yes, I was worried a sudden stop would jettison her off the crate. No, we didn't try to remove her because crawling into the back and over the pile of dogs didn't seem viable.

Part way there one dog, or was it two? takes a crap in the back of my truck. This might be a good place to mention Reno's nose is a thousand times more sensitive than mine. The pack is milling around then, giving each a opportunity to walk through said piles. Yes, more cursing.

Then there is the city of Lincoln. We've been there several times. It's always hell. We found our drop off point, but the pick up team couldn't find us. Delay of transport, but an opportunity to clean up the crap. While waiting the horker walks up to the front seat, lets out one little cough and horks yet again, all over my purse. Any reports of a man spewing a barrage of profanity have not been exaggerated.

This transport of dogs sets new records for excitement! Ahhhh.....but the hand off is completed, safely, which always is a relief. Somewhere across the state of NE four little Boston's are hauling butt to their furever homes. Somewhere in NE a truck is having its upholstery cleaned. Somewhere new owners are anxiously waiting their next best friend. I'm happy to have helped make this possible. All things considered, it was worth it. Reno, however, may say otherwise.