Today, a dog known as 'Elmer' to his shelter friends was sprung from his unfortunate incarceration, and put into an awaiting Subaru. Leaving the hussle and bussle of the big city of Baltimore, his next stop was an inconspicuous and out of the way meeting place, a parking lot of a McDonalds. A bit unsure about what was happening to him, I took his face into my hands, looked into his brown eyes and told him to trust me, that I'd done this lots of times before, and he would be just fine. He was then put into my van and unceremoniously and without notice we quietly crossed the border into Virginia--His next stop, Golden Pines.
As the leader of the pack, I have given 'Elmer' a new identity. At Golden Pines, he'll be known as 'Lucas.' We think it suits him. He'll be taken to the vet on Monday where his tired body will be given a good once over. He is thin, has some laryngeal paralysis, and severe periodontal disease. The smell of infection from his broken, missing, loose and infected teeth and gums can empty a room. Lucas is unable to eat anything other than canned food.
There are other things that I could tell you about Lucas, but they can wait. Right now he's sleeping by the backdoor because he's reluctant to venture much past the kitchen. When I've gone into the kitchen, he wags his tail. He's a sweet boy. I wonder what his story is? I wonder what his story will be?