Hot Dogs

Nothing like driving around some dogs when the temperature tops 100 degrees. Nothing like the smell of my car when it's over 110 and you can tell I've driven some fifty or so dogs in the last year.

My first passenger of the week was a boxer mix named Mister. He's not a purebred, but he's boxer enough to have been taken in by Boxer Rescue of L.A.

I was told Mister had a hip injury and expected a weak dog I'd have to carry. Not so.

This guy was full of energy - or just joy to be out of the shelter - and jumped out of my car when we reached the vet's office, but he does need surgery. If you'd like to donate, please contact http://www.boxer-rescue-la.com/ and let them know your donation is for Mister. He is also in need of a foster home so he can recover in comfort. After that, he'll be available for adoption.

Later in the week it got even hotter, so I picked up these 7 puppies and their mom (no individual photos upon arrival, for fear they'd all melt in the sun) and delivered them to the fabulous labsandbuddies.org.

I wasn't supposed to drive any dogs today, but when a friend and I went out on an errand this morning, we found a stray. Fortunately, he had a tag with a phone number and we were able to send him home a few hours later. He was a very cute, freshly-groomed fluffy little thing, named Fluffy, perfectly trained except for the desire to go exploring a few miles.

No photo of Fluffy as I haven't yet figured out the camera on my new phone. Or for that matter, how to put the earpiece in so I can go hands-free on July 1st. I wonder how many accidents will be caused this summer by people trying to get their earpieces to work...

On Tuesday I'm transporting a 55-pound puppy. Sounds big. Pix to come...