Elvis Has Left the Building

I started the New Year off with a bummer.

I took Elvis to Dr. Amber's place to be neutered and get all his shots. I'll get to see him again on Tuesday (if everything works out with the receiving shelter.) The agency who wants to work with Elvis is having me deliver him to Lakeland, Fl, for his major surgery. Since I am going anyway, they want me to deliver 12 other dogs to make the expense of going worth it. That’s okay with me. It will cost the same if I take one or thirteen. But I will have to make three pick-ups before I head South.

Elvis became a family member almost overnight. He is so cute and cuddly and has already learned to play fetch and is almost house broken. He will be missed. There is an outside (way outside) chance we could get him back. It depends on the surgeon, who has first say over any animals he operates on. He works with animal rescue, too, and may have Elvis a home already. I can’t argue. He is doing a three thousand dollar surgery for free, so he calls the shots. I know Elvis will go to a good home because of the people we are dealing with.

So, I guess it is safe to say, “Elvis has left the building.” Thanku! Thanku very much!