Buddy, was at that pound in Crandon,WI for more than 6 months. The pound decided to move him, he was just taking up room. It took about a week for them to make a decision of where he was going. A volunteer came in and grabbed the poor perplexed puppy from the old cold floor covered in urine and bugs. She carried him out the old heavy pound door and threw Buddy into a van, locked him in a kennel, and slammed the doors. The van was rocky and shaky all the way across the country, First, through Illinois, next Kentucky, and finally Georgia. It was hot here in Atlanta, Georgia. The same volunteer came and picked him by his extra skin on his neck and threw him into a kennel. It was just another old smelly kennel where no one loved him and no one cared.
