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
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