One thing guaranteed. Won't be any dogs or cats there. I call them: Intelligent life forms. I gotta have at least one intelligent life form in the truck.
My fellow (see left) is a rescue. He was Heartworm positve, wieghed only 29 pounds and had been shot when I found him. It took 4 months of intensive treatment but he survived. He is a special guy and we both have PTSD. He deserves all I have done for him and more. He is petrified of loud noises, getting better, but can not ride in a big truck. He stays home and takes care of momma. I only wish I was half the man he is.
