Animal Transport

Both of these guys were scheduled to be killed this morning if I had not pulled them for a rescue. So close to the edge we have to work things. Seems the stress never goes away, it’s always now or never. These little guys didn’t know what was going on. They just knew they were leaving and wanted to be gone. Sometimes I think the dogs do know that the end is near and there is no hope for them. For some that’s true, for others there is the last minute reprieve. For many others it’s just fade out time. I have seen so many good dogs die and I do believe they know when it’s time and they walk that last mile. May someone forgive us, for we know not what we do.

Tuesdays have become my fly day to take dogs to L.A.X for their fights up north. It is so much easier on them to fly for a few hours then be done with it than drive for 25 hours in the heat or cold. Yep, that’s the way to go. This lucky band of brothers and sisters is heading up to a great rescue that I talked to after they arrived; they are at their foster and already settled in for the night. They took the trip really well and we were met at the airport by the rescue, no waiting around. Then off to their fosters home. Well planned, well executed. Wish all went this smoothly.