Moe-Moe was shoved into the back of a small, dark, van that reeked like urine, vomit, sweat, and blood with about a dozen other dogs of all shapes, ages, and sizes. It was nearly 90 degrees in the back of the van before it arrived at its destination. The driver hopped out of the front and unloaded the dogs. In a few minutes another van arrived. It took the dogs, gave the driver a wad a bills, and took of the way it came.
