Homeward Bound!

This morning at 8:00, Ellen, Charlie, Travis, Aron, John and Jimmy met up with Tony in Medina, to help him bring our dogs back home! While they loaded up the dogs, I was here at the trailer, fending off one phone call after another—concerning our dogs evacuation!

At 8:40, a caravan of trucks, driven by our friends, rolled in with twenty-three of our dogs! I pulled the pigs-in-a-blanket, that I had been baking, out of the oven, and rushed outside with them. I was so happy to see our dogs, I forgot to offer them to our friends first, and instead started handing them out to our happy, barking dogs! The rescue ranch had come back to life! I loved it!

Within thirty minutes, the dogs were back in their pens with tails wagging!

Now it was time for them to caravan to the Ag Barn in Kerrville, to pick up the remaining thirty-one dogs! While John cleaned crates, Jimmy went to borrow a horse trailer. When he returned pulling the trailer—John, Jimmy, Ellen, Tony and I loaded up the clean empty crates into the horse trailer, trucks and van—and they took off for Kerrville.

An hour and a half later, Jimmy and Tony returned! In less than twenty minutes, every dog was back in its pen—happily wagging their tails! And then, John and Ellen arrived with the remaining dogs!

John pulled up in the van. “Nance, I have some bad news,” John said, seriously.

“What?” I asked.

“Guess who Pryor bit?” John said. “And, it wasn’t me.”

I looked over at Ellen. She had this big wad of paper towels wrapped around her wrist— all the way up to her elbow! “I’ll be okay,” Ellen said. “I’ve been bitten before.”

“It’s pretty bad,” John said, as he climbed out of the van. “Come take a look at it.”

Well, I didn’t really want to look at it, because I am pretty squeamish, and I usually faint at the sight of blood, but I reluctantly followed John around to the other side of the van.

“Ellen, here,” John said. “Let me help you out.” John carefully grabbed Ellen’s shoulder and gently helped her out of the van—as she held her arm.

“Ellen, why don’t you let me take you to a doctor?” I said. “I think we really need to do that.”

“It’s really bad, Nancy,” John said, as Ellen looked at me and nodded her head, in agreement.

“Tony!” John hollered. “Ellen got attacked by Pryor! You need to come take a look at this.”

Tony jumped out of the back of the pickup and when he was nearly to them—Horrors! Ellen pulled off the paper towel bandage! Thank goodness, she was in front of me—so I didn’t have to see the blood!

Tony, Ellen and John then broke out laughing! What? “We got you, Tony and Nancy!” John declared. “Ellen didn’t get bit! And, Pryor was great!”

I don’t know if I was more happy about Ellen not getting bitten, or me not having to see blood. It really doesn’t matter, because either way—I was relieved.

After Jimmy, John and Tony had all of our dogs back in their pens, Jimmy drove home, and then Ellen. Tony and John quickly fed the dogs and then John went home.

I want to thank our great friends for all of their help: Travis, Charlie and Ellen, Aron, Lance, Curtis, Jon, Maribeth, our John, Jimmy and Janie and her team of great folks at the Kerr County Animal Shelter, and Diana Ross of D and D K-9 Training! We couldn’t have done it without you!