I finally have time to post Mr. Cal's rescue story:
I was contacted by a rescue the day before this past Thanksgiving weekend to help pull and transport a BC in Calhoun county Georgia (N. Georgia) to Florida. This was a Friday just before lunch and the trip was 3 hours from my office and close to 4 hours back to my home. I had no idea I would be involved with this when I left for work that morning. I went to work in my beater Gallant (to keep miles off my nice SUV), no food, no water or leash. I was already planning to go to south Florida a few weeks later and this plan would work. I was more than willing to help because the rescue couldn't find a vet to pull the BC locally because of the holiday (no room at the inn) and this little guy was in very bad shape. He was scheduled to be PTS the day after Thanksgiving and there was zero chance anybody would adopt because of the money to get him in good health.
I left my office after lunch to travel to the shelter before they closed at 5:00 and made it in time. We are traveling back and hit Atlanta at a Friday holiday rush hour and it is now pouring rain. I'm now stuck in the center lane on the Atlanta loop where another interstate crosses in pouring rain and traffic has completely stopped because of a wreck about a mile a head. At this point the sick shelter BC starts wanting out of the car very bad (he has to go to the bathroom) and I simply can't go anywhere. He has no option but to drop the biggest sick BC load in the back seat that a large bull would be proud to have left. I don't have anything to clean it up with, so we travel the next 1.5 hour with both of our heads out the window.
He gets a quick bath when we get home very late and to the vet first thing the next morning. He has hook worms, mange, hit by a car (lucky no broke bones) but limping and very sore, very malnourished and scabs from the tip of his nose to his tail. This was simply a very neglected scared and wreck of a dog. He gets shots for worms, vitamins, pain, I start dipping for the mange and badly need food. After several weeks and trips to the vet when he is healthy enough, he now gets neutered. It didn't take long to get attached to him and he gets along great with the Residence BC clan, so he became a keeper. Since he came from Calhoun county Georgia, his name became Mr. Cal and I've attahced a photo of the happy and healthy little guy.