Yesterday was my Gotcha Day.
Five years ago, I lived with a irresponsible boy who couldn't take care of himself, much less take care of me. I spent a lot of time at home by myself. I ate a lot fast food scraps. My hair was long and gross and smelly. He decided that it was time to take me to the shelter. That's when he did a really nice thing for me. Instead of taking me to the shelter in the small town where we lived, he decided to take me to the big shelter in BC when he went there on vacation. The little shelter said I probably wouldn't get adopted, since I was smelly and itchy and my butt looked like a stoplight. At the big shelter, I would get a second chance at a better life.
Those big, metal flying birds are scary as woof!
We took one to BC. I had to go in my kennel and ride in the big scary cargo hold. Never again. NEVER AGAIN. I'm not getting anywhere near that awful airplane kennel ever ever again. When the boy's friend picked us up at the airport, the boy asked if they could make one quick stop; to drop me off. That's when the boy's friend did the smartest thing he has ever done.
He said, "If I take this dog to the shelter, my girlfriend will kill me."
