We are feeding our Marines — my official adoptee as well as the aforementioned K9 unit (both are in Iraq). That’s why Truman’s in uniform here, looking as tough as he possibly can.
My own personal “devil dog” watched (and sniffed) with great interest as I packed up four boxes of jerky, trail mix, dried fruit, candy, protein bars, toiletries, dog toys, sand scarves, cooling neck wraps, phone cards, letters, and probably dog hair. He accompanied me to the post office to pick up some customs forms, but will be napping in his crate at home while I actually drag the boxes back and stand in line for the big send-off. I only have so many hands, you know.
Many thanks to those of you who sent e-mail greetings and photos of your puppies! I’m sure the K9 team will be thrilled. I’ll let you know if I hear back from them.