I’m on the road again tonight for an emergency dog transport to NY. Our shelters up there are almost out of dogs and need a few fast. I am driving all that way for six dogs - one a Great Dane. Dudes, that is a big fucking dog. He may have to just lay in the back because we don’t have a cage large enough for him.
The thing is, this is my fourth weekend trip in a row and five out of seven weekends. My butt is not only getting flatter, but it’s getting number, too. Anyone care to give it a massage?
But mostly I haven't seen the grandkids in over a month, and that is definitely not a good thing. I need those little shits in my life.
Anytrip, I’ll check in and read your stuff when I get to the motel on Friday night. May not post or comment, but I will read. So don’t think I’m ignoring you just because I am. By the time I get to the motel, eat, get naked and comfortable, I’m too tired to post. But I will lurk till I fall asleep.
Later, peeps!
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