Sat. morning my mom got up at at the undogly hour of 5 AM to help transport a little coonhound girl named Lovergirl. Here she is:
She has some scars on her nose. Nobody knows what happened to her. Look at those big feet! She is going to be huge. She is going to a good home.
We like what Khyra's mom does when she dedicates her transports in honor of someone. We dedicate this transport in honor of Annie who we lost last year--a little black and tan hound my mom had for 15 years.