Today I went to the Camarillo shelter and picked up the boxers: Cooper, was just fine, excited to go and loaded easily; Cookie had to be carried out of the shelter as she just would not walk on a leash. It went the same way with the delivery at the vets, I carried her in and put her on the floor in front of the counter and there she sat. I guess she didn’t know what a leash was. She’d never been trained or socialized much is my guess. Speaks bunches for the former owners. So sad.
