Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
The Puppy Bus -Part II
Under cloak of darkness, we gathered in the back yard to transfer Midnight, the last of our puppies, from our yard to the back of an SUV that would take him to The Puppy Bus. The bus would leave at 7:00 a.m. and we were an hour away from the bus stop. We wanted to make sure he got a good seat as he traveled all the way to New England. Nobody wants the seat behind the lady with the big hat for 16 hours. Hopefully all of his traveling companions would be laying down enjoying their ride, rather than sporting a tall hat. Although images of Dr. Suess's "Go Dogs Go" make me think otherwise. The bus is clean and and organized. It is heated and cooled for the comfort of the orphaned dogs that have been rescued and are now ready for adoption. A foster family awaits the arrival of these puppies and hopefully will find them loving homes. I hated to see Midnight go, but I hated to see him stay. He needs someone that can give love to this energetic little puppy that only wants to jump up for love and attention. He's a good dog, but he needs attention that I simply could not afford him. I already have a small menagerie of animals to care for. I admire the people on both on ends of The Puppy Bus run. They are kind people who work hard to place lost animals in good homes. No money was ever exchanged. I had to provide shots and neutering, but that requirement is quite necessary. This mission of kindness exists purely to care for dogs in need. As Midnight headed north I whispered a prayer that he have a safe journey and that no one ever abandon their pregnant dog at my house again.
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