I leave tomorrow for my monthly animal transport to New York.
This seems to be what I have to look forward to on most of the trip.
I am really fucking excited about it, too.
Can you picture the Enxyte Guy? That‘s my smile when I think about this trip.
I tried to get out of it, but the snow birds who live in the stuff said it wasn’t too bad, and they have people lined up to receive the dogs and puppies when I get there. In other words, don’t be a pussy and come on up. I’m a pussy! I donwanna!
The only saving grace is, if I get stuck or snow bound, I have a van full of dogs to eat. I won’t starve. . .