Today I got the chance to take part in it.

There were a couple males needing to be brought from New Hampshire to the next town over from mine. My sister had the day off and asked me if I would like to help the folks out and I said yes.

We posted on the group board that we would be able to help and got an e-mail with the names and phone numbers of the folks who would bring the dogs to northern Connecticut.

We called them and arranged to meet at a restaurant next to a mall.

When you agree to help you never know quite what to expect. You might have dogs that ride well and get along well or not. You might be taking them to meet up with someone else to go someplace far away or to a local vet to be fixed. You might be taking them to their adoption group or you might be taking them to their forever homes.

Pere had done this before. The two rode very well and were going to their forever homes.

Today, my sister and I were bringing them to a local vet to be fixed before the dogs were to go to onward to two different adoption groups.

When we met the couple who had the dogs before us we found out they nearly had a problem with losing one of the dogs, because coming from the track the dogs have just a regular dog collar.

Off track, greyhounds need a special collar called a martingale, because they don't have that bump at the back of their heads where the collar would get stopped on most dogs, so they can slip their collar easily. Well, one slipped his collar, but they caught him before he could realize he wasn't wearing it still.

One of the dogs rode very well, but when I had him out to walk he was a bit strong headed and almost had me off my feet when I wanted to go one way and he wanted to go the other!

The other dog wasn't such a good passenger. I'm not sure if he was a bit afraid of the other dog or he just likes to ride in the front, but he kept trying to get into the front with us and either trying to drive or sit on my lap!

He was also very funny when we stopped at a rest area, because when we had the dogs exercised and back in the car we heard the horn start honking on the way to the restrooms. It turned out he was honking the horn with his butt! He was scaring himself with the horn and then he would try to get away from it and then honk the horn with his butt again! The silly bean!

When it was over it was satisfying to have helped and it was fun too!

Has anyone else here done this?