Well, we knew it was going to be a long night when the transport guy, Randall, posted this update:
Traffic is crazy this weekend!! We are way behind schedule. Here is the times:
Vince Lombardi – 7:15pm
Danbury – 9pm
Glastonbury – 10:30pm
Cranston – 12am
Westport – 12:30
Kittery – 2:30am
Scarborough – 3:30am.
That’s three or four hours behind the usual schedule. (They run dogs up the coast from rescues in the South to adopters in the North every two weeks — God bless ’em). Things had been going pear-shaped for poor Randall since just after lunch — it is a glorious summer weekend in the Northeast, and everybody’s heading to the coast, the lake or the mountains, and of course, I-95 is racked with repair work, closing lanes, etc. Then, all it takes is one guy to crash… Randall spent hours on the East Coast’s main north-south artery crawling along at 20 mph.
The dogs, in their crates in the 5th wheel trailer, knew what to do: they slept.
The Blogbrother had planned to join the safari to Kittery to get Zak aka SD II. But that was before he learned it was a time more befitting undergrad boozehounds or rock stars manqués than, say, retired soldiers or software-wrangling family guys. Keith Richard’s lifestyle works, for him; we don’t want it.
We also canc’d the night’s plane-building session, on the theory that Your Humble Blogger would nap. Good luck with that. Too fired up to sleep, threw the organism into extra PT. That ensured we’d be heading to Kittery exhausted.
After a brief call with Randall around midnight, he thought they might be a little earlier than his worst-case 0230 — maybe 0200. We figured on getting there early. We packed the car with the necessities:
- Dog harness/leash
- Dog treats
- A dog toy (he’s supposed to have his favorite food, toy and blanket with him)
- A human blanket (poncho liner) in case it’s a long wait.
- An audiobook (ditto).
- Dr Pepper for caffeine
- The necessary paperwork.
Everything went well, considering; we were back in the Manor with a frail and very sleepy poodle at 0310; after some pleasant conversation with two other new dog adopters: a nice mom and daughter from Big City, and a very fit guy and his buddy who had an hour’s drive ahead.
Mom & Dau had a gigantic Ford Explosion and made room in the way back for their magnificent new bloodhound: Fit Guy had a crossover and had a crate in the back for his ball-of-fire terrier/mutt puppy.
Meh. We had the Avalon and figured New Small Dog had his pick of the front seats: lap or no lap.
He went with lap. In fact, it’s been impossible to get enough separation to get a good photo. We’ll try again:
Initial impressions are that he is a sweet and placid dog, affectionate by snuggling, not a licker. He seems a little frail, possibly underweight. He’s passed on his food so far, but drank some water and accepted some bits of cheese with great enthusiasm. He doesn’t jump on furniture but begs you to put him there. And stairs are clearly a challenge to him. Well house trained
The Great Emptiness that was on the House of Hognose is at an end.