Jon & I were talking about the dogs we saw and comparing notes when I remembered taking Buddy and Trigger home with us. Trigger could not get out of the shelter fast enough. He practically drug me through the lobby and jumped right into the back of the truck the second he could clear the gate. With the look on his face and his extreme panic I would've expected him to reach down to give Buddy him a hand all the while shouting, "Come on man! We have to leave now! Hurry before they leave without us!" Buddy, however, had spied a person arriving to turn in two cats. He lunged and scared one of the poor cats under some lady's car and was way more interested in that whole scenario than jumping ship with Trigger. It was quite a circus ride. I had taken the dogs out to the truck by myself while Jon finished paying because Trigger was in a hell-fire hurry to leave. Boy-howdy. All these tucked-away memories have been popping up because of the dog search. We are planning on going back tomorrow to visit and do a better job of getting everyone more focused. Wish us luck!
I really need to organize my photo library. I have good pics of the dogs and can never find them when I'm looking for or needing them!
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