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Tails in Transit: Adopting and Adapting to New Beginnings<\/h2><\/div>\n\n\n
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Crossing borders and finding my new home: Coco\u2019s Story<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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Hi! I\u2019m Coco a happy coonhound who now lives in Canada with my forever family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to share my story of being adopted and my unexpected journey from La Paz, Mexico (where I was rescued)  to my new Canadian home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course, I didn\u2019t know at the time, I was going on such an incredible adventure. I am still not sure I would call it that. It was amazing, frightening, and everything in between!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The day started like most other days, except for one pretty big surprise\u2013NO breakfast. That definitely told me that something was up! My foster mom had never never forgotten my breakfast before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, instead going to my favorite doggie daycare to play with my friends, I was put in a crate \u2013 not my normal crate that I sleep in. This one I couldn\u2019t see out of except for the front. I felt trapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, I was put into a vehicle with people I didn\u2019t know, which made me more nervous. I was scared, so I started calling out for my foster mom who had disappeared. The people tried to get me to calm down, but I couldn\u2019t. I wanted my foster mom to come and get me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They drove for what seemed like forever and finally arrived at a very busy, noisy place. There were people everywhere and I didn\u2019t know any of them. I couldn\u2019t see my foster mom. I cried a little, then barked as loud as I could hoping she would hear me. I pawed at the front of my crate and tried to open the door which made my crate tip over! Wow, that was no fun! My stomach was in knots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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First leg of Coco’s journey is the 2 1\/2 hour drive to the Cabo airport.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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I was not on solid on the ground when I tried to push the door open and tipped my crate over. Ooops!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

Then someone put my crate on a strange platform that was moving, but not like a car. Hey! Where did everyone go? What kind of place is this? I was getting more confused, and my heart was pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n