Maybe or maybe not, it’s hard to tell from the look on this pup’s face. He was one of three that I pulled from the shelter, literally from the jaws of death. He and k-67 had no time left at all. It was now or never. Sometimes it’s that close. I pulled him by 2pm and he would have been dead at 3pm. I transported him to Baldwin park for transport to Phoenix, then on to Tucson and a better life. Sometimes it feels like we are running an underground railroad to save the dogs lives. But it’s one dog at a time (in this case 3).
