Picking up from where I left off, Bradley came from a rescue in New Hampshire that works mainly with dogs that aren't quite ready for adoption; they're a new organization with no facilities (foster care only), but from what I saw, they're doing a good job. They're also young, which isn't common. The one thing they screwed up was the dog carrier -- they forgot to get one until yesterday, and it was too small for the dog. We had to make a stop at Petco this morning to get a bigger one.
The first leg of my flight today was smooth; the dog fit under the seat and was pretty quiet. Now I'm at JFK, where I picked up the second dog; he made it through security without much trouble, but he was doing a little snarling and lunging, so I hope he'll be OK with the rest of this process, when i can't be there to look out for him. This next leg, New York to Seattle, is likely to be pretty awful, especially if I have someone sitting next to me who's normal size or bigger.
I'm about to board again. Highlight of todays airport experience: slobby women who, despite having been dressing themselves for 30 or 40 years, can't figure out how to keep their lady garbage in their shirts. Disgusting and hilarious.
