"I have a guy going to take Scarlett to his sister's farm."
"That's good. But she might run livestock."
When Farmer H got home, I pressed for more information. Of course Scarlett was nowhere to be found.
"Does this guy's sister even WANT a dog?"
"I don't know. He didn't say."
"Do they have other dogs?"
"I don't know. He said there's animals on the farm. It's 200 acres. But there's no other houses around. No roads where she would run on."
"If there's no roads, how do they get to their farm?"
"Well. There's a road that goes past their driveway..."
"She could run down that road! You know how she was when we first got her! Did you tell him they need to keep her penned or tied up for a while? And that she's fixed, but isn't up to date on her shots?"
"I did tell him she'll run. And that she's not had any shots since we got her a year and a half ago. I've got to call him tomorrow to see if he's home. And make sure Scarlett is here."
"This is not a good week to do it! There's a foot of snow coming on Tuesday! Temperatures in single digits! At least here she knows where to go out of the weather, and has Jack and Pupsie to snuggle with in the hay hole. And knows where to get her food and water."
"First I'll have to find her. I'm going to the BARn to get the pet carrier and put it in the back of my truck."
So... I had hope that it might be a few days until this drastic measure was put into motion. Time to say my goodbyes. Time for the weather to be more settled.
NOPE!
Sunday afternoon, Farmer H came home around 1:00, and had Scarlett in the pet carrier and loaded up in the garage before I had a chance to see her! At least Farmer H succumbed to my wish to transport Scarlett in the back of A-Cad, rather than freeze her to death on the highway in the back of SilverRedO from wind chill at 60 mph and temps in the teens.
To be continued...
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