I spent my Saturday night doing a transport for Furever Dachshund Rescue. My older two are used to this...but it's the first transport run I've done (outside of a few owner surrenders) since the babies have joined the family.
To say that I got accosted when I walked in the door is an understatement. Our conversation went a little like this:
Beckett: Mom! Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?!
Me: Yes, I do. It's quarter past one in the morning. Now go back to sleep!
Paisley: Momma, why do you smell like...um...dogs?
Me: That's because I had to help two doggies meet their furever families.
Brady: Did you bring them home, momma? Can I meet them?! PLAY?!?!?!
Me: No. They traveled all day and I handed them over to their new people.
Paisley: Were they cute? They smell cute.
Me: Yes, Pais. They were cute! In fact, one of them was named Paisley! But she was a Pomeranian that hitched a ride on our transport. She looked nothing like you.
Beckett/Brady: Mom, we smell a boy too!
Me: That would be Rosco. You know his foster mom, Auntie Elaina in PA. He got a new parents and a new fur brother tonight.
Paisley: Momma, next time can I go for the ride too? I promise not to let any other family keep me.
Meadow: SHHHH!!!! I'Z SLEEPING!
To say that I got accosted when I walked in the door is an understatement. Our conversation went a little like this:
Beckett: Mom! Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?!
Me: Yes, I do. It's quarter past one in the morning. Now go back to sleep!
Paisley: Momma, why do you smell like...um...dogs?
Me: That's because I had to help two doggies meet their furever families.
Brady: Did you bring them home, momma? Can I meet them?! PLAY?!?!?!
Me: No. They traveled all day and I handed them over to their new people.
Paisley: Were they cute? They smell cute.
Me: Yes, Pais. They were cute! In fact, one of them was named Paisley! But she was a Pomeranian that hitched a ride on our transport. She looked nothing like you.
Beckett/Brady: Mom, we smell a boy too!
Me: That would be Rosco. You know his foster mom, Auntie Elaina in PA. He got a new parents and a new fur brother tonight.
Paisley: Momma, next time can I go for the ride too? I promise not to let any other family keep me.
To say that I got accosted when I walked in the door is an understatement. Our conversation went a little like this:
Beckett: Mom! Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?!
Me: Yes, I do. It's quarter past one in the morning. Now go back to sleep!
Paisley: Momma, why do you smell like...um...dogs?
Me: That's because I had to help two doggies meet their furever families.
Brady: Did you bring them home, momma? Can I meet them?! PLAY?!?!?!
Me: No. They traveled all day and I handed them over to their new people.
Paisley: Were they cute? They smell cute.
Me: Yes, Pais. They were cute! In fact, one of them was named Paisley! But she was a Pomeranian that hitched a ride on our transport. She looked nothing like you.
Beckett/Brady: Mom, we smell a boy too!
Me: That would be Rosco. You know his foster mom, Auntie Elaina in PA. He got a new parents and a new fur brother tonight.
Paisley: Momma, next time can I go for the ride too? I promise not to let any other family keep me.
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