I went to pick up my father in June of 2007 and was surprised that he had a puppy. He, like I have said in recent months, said no more dogs after his Dalmatian had died. Joe was dropped off/abandoned. My Dad found him tied with a string to the handle on his garage door.
So this is how I hauled the little booger back to Texas for a visit. I doubt if I could get Joe's long legs in a storage container now.
Even then Joe liked my bed. Actually, I was just trying to keep him from Lucy and Sable at the time. I remember several sleepless nights during that visit. They were all crying and howling for one another. At any rate, Joe proved a lot of company for Dad the next 3 or more years before they would finally come live with me.
