These were nothing but energy. In a hurry to leave the shelter, in a hurry to get in the kennel, in a hurry to go somewhere. Once I met up with Glen they didn’t want a pee break, they just wanted in his truck and go. It didn’t take much encouragement to get them in the big rig. They just about put themselves in. Of course, just like the army, hurry up and wait. Glen did have other things to do at the plant, like unload. When he has finished then they will be on their way. If he let them loose, I am sure they would have beaten his truck to Phoenix. Well, such is life in the fast lane.
