Busy with a Retrieval

I have not been good about posting. Been busy. Been out of town lately, and when I have been in town I have been out most nights, all night.

I have been going out with Jason, surveying puppy mills, doing target folders, making plans, training. He thinks that neos are behind many of the large corporate labs that drive the puppy mills, the "class B" dealers that buy any dogs brought to them and sell to the labs. He claims he is in contact with people working inside labs to gather intel and evidence to indict the labs. And he still wants to take down puppy mills the hard way, especially if it means taking down some neos.

We just today retrieved a pack member from a dog hell in Arkansas. She volunteered to do it, and took serious risks to do it.

Several months ago dogs were disappearing in her neighborhood. A dog who was a god friend of hers came up missing. She asked us, her pack, to help her find her friend and bust these bunchers who were stealing dogs. We agreed.

Without going into details, she managed to run into the bunchers and got nabbed. She wound up in Arkansas where she was sold to a Class B dog dealer. We managed to stay in contact with her the entire time. A team, a weredog and a werewolf, kept her under surveillance the entire time. The plan was that they would call us of the extraction team if things got bad enough, at any time.

After several months of this we decided to pull her out this past weekend. So we went down and got her. She never did find her friend. Must have been sold to another dealer, or to a lab already. We put out the word, asking weredogs all over AR and MS to try and locate this dog, her friend. Not wagging my wail yet. Some werewolves have even responded, said they would have some looks.

When we went in to get her she said she would not leave without all the other dogs. I understood. This place was dog hell - tiny, filthy kennels. The dogs all were emaciated and terrified. There were 2 dogs dead the night we went in. There were 212 dogs in that place. I wanted to hurt someone.

There were eight of us, total. We did the only thing we could do, given that our packmate said she would not leave even one dog there. So we sent 2 to the house to hold the owners, at gunpoint, while the rest of us loaded up all the dogs into the 3 trucks that were there, and we left.

We drove to Little Rock. We called ahead, had other vehicles waiting, transfered all the dogs to the new trucks. Then we went separate ways. There were 2 weres in each truck, one driving and the other making calls, locating fosters and shelters for every dog.

So we are glad to have her back. Her family is too. I was the one who called them and dropped her off. I was in human form, of course. I will go check on her tomorrow.

The bunchers disappeared. I suspect it was werewolves, and that the werewolf on the surveillance team called and gave them up to some wolves only too happy seek penance. Also, we put the fear of Dog . . . er, God into the owners of the dog kennel, the Class B dealers who own the dog hell we liberated. How? How do you think? Several weredogs and werewolves encircling a person and promising grissly death has a profound impact on the human psyche.

Also, Flecka and Baily are failing. Their scent is not good. I have been so busy I hadn't even noticed, until tonight.

Warin, can you contact me? I need an update on you and Caitlyn. Are you both OK? Are you still on North America?