The sky was beautiful, but ominous.
When I got to the shelter with Raven, she tried to escape by pushing her way out of the truck from behind me. But nothing doing. I held my ground and grasped her leash. Onward we went!
This way please. Raven knew the way, and didn’t seem to mind returning to her old stomping ground. That was a relief for me. Guilt, you know?
Here she is being greeted by some very nice shelter workers. Raven plopped over to get a belly rub on her way to the back of the shelter, where two nice ladies gave her what she came for. Her 3-year rabies vaccine booster!
Knock knock! I’m home!
The first thing Raven did was go looking for her toy. Being all toys are hers, it didn’t take long for her to find one. And now she is all set with license tag and vaccine for another 3 years. Woohoo!
P.S. None of my dogs go to dog parks.