Today I adopted a white poodle from a shelter, and picked up another that was pulled by a rescue so his life could be saved. Henry was literally on his very last day on this planet, or any other. So good of a last minute rescue to step up and save Henry. He was just a bundle of energy when I walked him to the van and he just wanted to hop right in. If I could read his thoughts I am sure they were “get me out of here!” Off we went to the vets where he will spend the night, waiting on the other poodle to be fixed and both will be picked back up and taken to boarding, awaiting transport next week up north. The line never seems to end.
