Trophy Line Transport

They arrived unprepared and then ran-over & killed my dog!

On February 12, 2016 at 8:02am, Transporter Jeffrey arrived alone, in a 4-door Dodge with Texas plates. Cage would not fit through the door. Transporter Jeffrey wanted us to remove all the zip-ties and monkey from crate, break the crate down, put it into backseat of the truck, re-erect the crate, zip-tie it, and put monkey back into the crate, and finish zip-tying it closed. I explained this was not practical, as there was too much of a chance for an escape, that monkey's are quick and unpredictable. In an effort to make the transport happen, I asked Jeffery to go to WalMart and purchase tie-wraps (as we were out). Let me explain here . . . . I am a USDA Licensed Breeder of Domestic and Exotic Animals. It seems here of late, the Transporters we hire for moving animals all across the Country, come to us saying they have their necessary licenses, experience, etc.; when, in fact, they do not. It is very frustrating, to say the least, as there is a lot more time and effort getting an animal ready for transport, than just throwing them on a trailer or in a cage/vehicle the morning of and sending them on down the road. Larry, my husband, is so annoyed over the lack of intelligence people have for the sake of making an almighty dollar; and neither of us do '***' very well anymore, being in our 60's. During all of this, Honey, one of my most cordial Pembroke Welsh Corgi's, was at our feet and Jeffery had been petting her, and we did have a brief conversation about her. Honey got-up and went to her usual spot, just under our 35' flatbed hay-trailer (pictured as it is usually parked and was on 2/12), and laid down; (you can turn a tractor trailer around in our parking area, as this is a farm). Jeffrey got in his truck and immediately was on his cell-phone and driving straight, so he could turn around. It was obvious he was not paying attention, as he drove way too close, along the side of the flatbed trailer; (while the rest of the parking area was wide open). Had Larry not hollered to get Jeffery's attention, he would have sideswiped our dually's fender. Jeffery turned his truck around, (still fumbling with his cell-phone), and was heading out when Larry saw that Jeffery had run-over Honey, and started yelling for him to stop; (Jeffery was still on his cell-phone). I saw Honey and went hysterical, Larry was beside himself, and Honey had already bled-out, as Jeffery had run-over her head and smashed it flat. Jeffrey finally got out of his truck and saw what he had done, then got back in his truck, and drove away; never saying a word to us. It was at least 20 minutes before I got myself together enough to call Cassie, (the only telephone number I had); she knew nothing about it, and instantaneously began defending Jeffery, saying he did not see the dog, he did not do it on purpose, that it was an accident, trivializing the incident, and hung-up. I tried to call back, Larry tried to call Cassie back; but, she would not answer the phone; and, Jeffery was gone; which left Larry and I with Honey lying on the ground, half under the trailer, with a squashed head, in a pool of blood, dead. We were so upset.

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