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Another great article from Betty. Please share the link:
http:\/\/www.greyhoundinfo.org\/?page_id=982<\/p>\n\n\n

The Magical Reunions<\/h1>\n\n\n\n

by Betty Zubritsky<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u201dve loaded lots of dogs on lots of haulers. Bye bye honey. Be good and I love you. There were tearspots on their heads when they disappeared into their compartments, and they carried my heart with them, where-ever they might be going. I have loved them all, and I would never see them again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This time, it was different. I suspect the folks who do seasonal venues are used to this, but it was a first for me. I was going where they were going and we\u2019d meet up in a couple days. No tears. Not a single one. Just patient hands and encouraging words and the promise that \u201cI\u2019ll see you on the other side\u201d. The hauler dudes stood aside while I transferred my precious dogs from their beds to the trailer, carefully choosing who could ride with whom, who had to ride alone. It was going to be a long trip, and I needed them all to arrive safely. No squabbles in the trailer, please.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t WANT to double Muffin with anybody. My special boy, the love of my life (keep in mind that lives are short and I have lots of them), I wanted him to have a compartment all his own. But the heathens had already gobbled up all the single spots and my Muffin had to share. I paused beside the hauler dudes, Muffin in hand. \u201cThis is my Boyfriend. If anything happens to him on this trip, I will hunt you down and hurt you.\u201d The hauler dudes nodded their understanding, with just the right amount of fear in their eyes. They believed me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ok, it wasn\u2019t fear. Stupid little me wasn\u2019t going to cause any bodily harm on these guys, and they knew it. But they got the message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I loaded ObNob with Cheeze, delivering the same threat. One hair out of place, you guys are toast. \u201cHow many of these are there???\u201d the hauler guys asked. Well, they\u2019re all important, but that\u2019s all the Boyfriends. Drive safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I kissed my fingers to the departing rig, and begged all the ancients to watch over my babies on the trip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My own experience on the way to Daytona was something less than delightful. Just the fact of having a travelling companion made it a challenge, and I worried (again) about my dogs. If I was having trouble with the much-too-close-ness of this extra person in my space, I could only imagine the stress my babies were suffering. Be good, my darlings. Please, oh please be better than me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was exhausted when I walked into the kennel at Daytona. I was in thorough and complete hate with my travelling companion. That all melted away when I met up with My Dogs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes, I can close out everything else, just to be near them. They are the center of my world, the very soul of me, and my fingers ached to touch them. \u201cWhere\u2019s Merlin???\u201d and I was directed to his crate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I saw him before he saw me. Indeed, he was pouting and not the least bit interested in whatever was happening around him. \u201cMuffin? Honey???\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ear twitch. Eyes open. Saw me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He got slowly to his feet. Achy from the trip, I supposed. And that\u2019s ok. Time for full-out stupid delerium when we both get rest. I popped his crate and sat with him. It\u2019s ok, darlin\u2019. You sleep, I\u2019ll sleep. We\u2019ll play tomorrow. Kisses on his sweet face. I love you, son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I walked my new kennel. New kennel, old kennel. I had to see my Tucson dogs, just to connect again. I had promised them. Promises are important. I\u2019ll meet the rest of you later. I need to find my kids. And the dogs were quiet as I made my round. Happy and expectant, of course. But quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Strange. A new person in the kennel always, always, always creates a mighty fine commotion. The routine is interrupted, this person is an alien, YARPYARPYARP<\/em>, WTF is going on! But they were still. It didn\u2019t register then. I found Duck and Little Bird, ObNob and Uggie. Delivered my kisses. There was blood on Obs face. No wounds. I checked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I scoured my poor tired brain to remember who he had been doubled with. Before I had it all put together, Jimmy told me. \u201cChaser got his ear nipped\u201d. My Cheeze. I hurried to find him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh honey\u2026.\u201d and I surveyed the damage. Really, it was minimal. Ears bleed like crazy, and the mess is scary if you don\u2019t know that. I kissed his precious face. I\u2019ll clean you up, honey. You\u2019ll be beautiful again. I promise. I promise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fatigue won out. I needed to sleep. I\u2019ll see you all tomorrow, and I\u2019ll be better than I am now. Time to learn you. Time to know you. Time to touch you again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The following afternoon (I was given the morning off to sleep from the trip), I went to do the turnout. Most of the dogs were foreign to me. I would learn them. Turnout is the best time for that. And I held out my hands and delighted in the new ones who came to me for cuddles. Hi sweetie. Aren\u2019t you lovely? The trust in them was obvious. These were well handled dogs. I\u2019d been told of 2 that were timid, and I made a special point of finding them. Play a bit of BobbleHead, and leave them to sort it out. When there\u2019s a hundred and 4 dogs, there is a time constraint. We\u2019ll work on it, babies. Bobble, bobble, bobble. I love you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I found Muffin in the yard. He was strangely aloof, and I called him to me. Here, honey. What\u2019s wrong?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He laid his face on my hip, and I kissed his sweet head. I\u2019d had my hands on every inch of this dog while we were in Tucson, and I confidently swept my fingers down his neck, across his chest, along his back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And he snapped at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Excuse me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a growl deep in him and I pulled my fingers away. Honey? His love for me kept him beside me. His pain stilled my hands. What\u2019s up, darlin\u2019? I was out with the kennel and couldn\u2019t risk a conflict, but I HAD to know what was wrong. This was my Muffin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a new scab close to his spine, right behind the saddle. I pondered it, and left it alone. Tickled his chin, kissed his face. I love you, son. I would never harm you. And you don\u2019t know the words, but you know this is true. Fingers as soft as linen, I swept down his neck, across his shoulders, and he tensed for the assault. Along his back, and he snapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ok baby. That\u2019s all. I won\u2019t torment you further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I found Cheeze and inspected his ear. Really, it was a tiny little thing. He leaned into me and really didn\u2019t want me to touch it. I know, honey. Ears are private, especially when there\u2019s a chunk out of them. Just let me look. Yes, I DO use my fingers to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We determined that Muffin was achy, and he recovered well with an aspirin in his breakfast for a couple days. He became my precious boy again, and there was no further grumbling when I touched his back. Or anyplace else. I touch my dogs all over. Ya don\u2019t know them unless ya do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cheezes ear granulated all up, and he\u2019s all clean again. I took his collar and his turnout muzzle to the sink for a much needed washing. Easy stuff. ObNob suddenly has space issues, but that\u2019s ok. It was a long and challenging trip for them and if the only bad thing was a chunk out of an ear, it\u2019s all very very good. Way better than 2 peoples doing the same trip. When I met up with the hauler guys, I told them about the troubles. They pretended to be afraid. I pretended to be furious. In the grand scheme, they had transported 36 dogs safely across the country. One ear chunk doesn\u2019t a disaster make. I shook their hands and thanked them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wonder if they know, I wonder WHO knows, how incredible it is\u2026 what they do. The safe and timely transport of these dogs. Except for an achy back and a bitten ear, my babies arrived exactly as I remembered them\u2026.. after a 30 hour trip. No filth, no bugs, no trauma. That is phenominal. It describes the dogs, of course it does. They are little geniuses at adaptation. But it also describes the hauler. His rig was clean, he and his alternate driver took every precaution to get my dogs to me. It wasn\u2019t because they were afraid. It was because it matters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For all the horror stories that the Grey$K people will barf up, for every single one\u2026. there are these. People who care deeply, and do their jobs with professionalism and compassion. You will never see them in the media because good things don\u2019t make the news. The only thing that will ever be \u201cnews\u201d is the stuff that will sicken you. Make you watch, because we\u2019re fascinated by the horrible. Good things do not sell ad space, nor boost ratings, and you will not see them. But I am here to tell you how much love there is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t believe me. Seriously, don\u2019t. I\u2019m just a voice on the net and I might be as much a liar as anybody else. But then\u2026 so might anybody else. I found out the truth for myself, and I encourage you to do the same. First hand. Up close and personal. Doing the job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I love my dogs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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