December 4, 2010

White Dog, The Other White Dog, and Another Whte Dog piled in the car. They made sure Michael had his backpack and all of his gear. In honor of the event Nuka was wearing her new winter coat and White Dog had prepared a checklist of criteria. Quinn watched over Steve's shoulder to make sure that the driver followed the speed limit and did not slow down the trip by getting pulled over for a ticket. Everything was in place...let the adventure begin!

This morning we headed to Watermelon Mountain Ranch's Rescue Sanctuary. Michael has, for months volunteered at their adoption center located inside a pet store in town. The pet store had cut it's subsidy of WMR's transportation costs which made busing the dogs to the Center unfeasible costwise. Michael has chosen to continue working with them at their home site.

"Home" for the Ranch is at the extreme farthest edge of Albuquerque's only suburb and is still remote (dirt road access). We got lost a couple of times but eventually found the place (oddly near a high school that Steve's firm designed in the middle of nowhere because of projected growth to the area). The White Dog Army scoped it out while Michael went inside and met with Robin, his old friend from the Adoption Center. WD caught the notice of a coyote roaming on the mesa so Steve quickly leashed the fearless one for safety's sake. Quinn was fascinated by the smells and sounds of other pups. Nuka wanted to run up to meet everyone she saw.

Paws up were given and Michael decided he wanted to stay until the 4 pm closing so the White Dog Army once again climbed aboard Pumpkin, the Taxi, and we drove temporarily back to a more densely populated area in search if celebration ice cream!

Michael will be volunteering at the Ranch every Saturday.