As always, I cannot resist a transport for a deaf Australian Shepherd. When this transport lost a driver, I volunteered to take one of the legs. After a bit if finagling to figure out which one of the legs that came through my area, we finally settled on my driving down to Binghamton this morning.
The drive down wasn't too bad. The worst of it was getting out of my neighborhood. We got some snow last night (I have no idea how much; maybe 3-5 inches) and they hadn't plowed the neighborhood, as they so often don't. especially on the weekends. But once I got out to the main roads, the going was easy. The further south I got the better it was. The roads about a half hour south of here were dry and there wasn't much snow on the ground (oh lake effect!).
I arrived shortly before the person I was meeting and the handoff happened quickly. Aiden, as it turned out, was a feisty little buggar. He wanted to play and play and explore and bite my hands and my coat. Almost immediately he latched onto the papers I had stuck behind the seat and I had to pull over and remove them all. With little in the back seat outside of his toys and bone, I set out again.
He spent the rest of the trip playing with stuff and finally, nearly an hour into the drive, he fell hard asleep. He didn't even wake up when I pulled into the parking lot for the meeting place.
I arrived at nearly the same time as the person we were meeting, so we got Aiden out, gave him some water, and into their crate he went. It was a soft-sided one. I hope that he didn't eat it!
I adored Aiden. He's an incredibly sweet an smart puppy. But oh
does he remind me why I want adult dogs!