Today I pulled and transported 6 dogs from 2 different shelters for 3 different rescues. Does it get confusing? Not really as long as the rescues work with you. Four dogs, were, of course, on their last day. Two were much in demand English bull dogs, that I will never understand why nobody claimed at the shelter, sisters and just so sweet. The two chihuahuas couldn’t have been more different. One sweet, the other very afraid and bitey. The poor cocker was just there being a cocker, not paying much mind to anybody. I know he was depressed and didn’t understand a thing about what was going on. It never ceases to amaze me how the dogs get through all the stress and confused feelings they must have. They handle it better than I would.
