Traveling with The Bostonians and Champagne

For a change we got to sleep in a little this morning, only ran one leg of the transport - from Charlotte to Salisbury. There were lots of little passengers this time. Our passengers included "The Bostonians", three dignified little Boston Terriers named Muppet, Kissie and Kermit. They must have come from a backyard breeder, because they were intact, filthy, and all had eye and skin infections. Their coats were tan and black when they should be a crisp white and black. They were good little riders, settled down quickly, were quiet, and snoozed most of the trip. We also had 2 shi tzus named Oodle and Zeus, a little mixed dog named Marlee, a puppy named Sunny and a poodle named Champagne. As usual, Mari held Champagne on her lap and she slept all the way. Champagne, that is, not Mari!

We were home by 2:30PM and I've already cloroxed out the crates and they're drying in the sun. Next week I'll be in Dallas for a Nussentials "family reunion" and will be missing working with the furbabies.

A toothless poodle, a tripod chihuahua, and more!

Today's animal rescue transport moved 37 dogs to freedom. Our passengers were Rhett, a 60+ pounds golden retriever/great pyrnees mix, Darling, a hound mix and her 10 - 2 week old puppies, a senior poodle named Flicker (photo at right), and a senior chihuahua named Little Man.
Flicker and Little Man rode on our laps and were comfy and snoozing in no time. Flicker had just had the rest of his teeth removed last week, so his tongue stuck out in a persistent Bronx cheer. He looked just like a little old man with a toothless grin. So sweet and loving, also nothing but skin and bones. I'm glad we don't know their whole stories, it would probably make us crazy.

Little Man, the 9 year old, 3 pound, three-legged chi, rode in my lap. He supposedly was picked up by animal control in a rural South Carolina county hanging around with a few stray pit bulls. His owner must have been contacted, because we were told that he was a puppy mill puppy and his mother had bit his front leg off when he was a puppy. He also had a damaged eye, but apparently has a lot of spunk for this littlle 3 pound guy to keep up with a few pit bulls, with only 3 legs.

Mari and I amuse ourselves on these rides sometimes by having conversations as though it were the dogs talking.

Little Man: "Stand back, poodle, I'll kick your ass! Where's my pit crew?"
Flicker: "mumble, mumble, mumble, drool"
Rhett: "BARK! BARK! BARKBARK!!"
Darling: "Shut up! If you wake up my babies you're in BIG trouble, mister!"

What can I say? I guess we're just a couple of crazy old ladies. We decided in a few years when gas prices are prohibitive, we'll be driving mopeds up I-85 pulling wagons of Shih Tzus wearing helmets and goggles! Transports continue!

We also decided we have never done anything in our lives so meaningful and rewarding.

Mari and Flicker

Edie and Little Man


Rhett