In Character with Nancy Wolske
Nancy Wolske likes a good pun almost as much as a good pug. The founder and chief driver at Yeller Cab Pet Taxi, Wolske will pick up your dog and deposit him wherever he needs to go to the vet, groomer or therapist. Shell even deposit his deposits, if need be.
Portland Tribune: Pet taxi?
Nancy Wolske: Im actually a pet courier company. I like to say were the furrier courier. I had the idea when I was in long-term care.
Tribune: But you look so healthy.
Wolske: I worked in long-term care. I had a dog named Schooner. He and I were an animal-assisted therapy team. We would work with people who had strokes, families in bereavement, and so forth. I would see pets that werent getting the care they needed. Fast forward to 2007. I was burned out and decided to leave my career in long-term care. A year later Schooner died. We unleashed the company in 2011.
Tribune: So youre new, only two years old?
Wolske: But in dog years were much older. Were 14.
Tribune: Tough fares?
Wolske: Great clients. They had one big dog and one small dog. They wanted transportation out to a kennel on Sauvie Island. I take them out there for their little camp, then I take them home. I do this several times. The last time, soon as I get to the bridge onto Sauvie Island I start smelling something. The dog is very excited, so I roll the windows down. The dog is spinning in circles and Ive only got a quarter-mile to go so I continue. I pull in, and the big dog has defecated so badly and run through it, trampled it. He dirtied the deck, he dirtied his little
Tribune: What did you do?
Wolske: I called the owner and said its really important your dog is relieved before it gets in the cab. He pooh-poohed my suggestion and has not used my services since.
Wolske: A new client is getting ready to leave town. We set up a meet and greet.
Tribune: Is that meat or meet?
Wolske: This time it was with an ee.
Tribune: Just checking.
Wolske: I meet the dog, we walk together, the owners show me where she unleashes the dog where it is all fences.
The first day I take the dog to the place where shes going to relieve. I take off the leash, and then she leaves. The place wasnt completely enclosed but the owner didnt tell me that.
I call my business partner and say I may need backup. Were down at South Waterfront and I cant find the dog. I text the owner, a physician. The owner says, He likes a good goose chase.
Here I am, 55, menopausal, new bifocals, its pouring down rain and Im climbing over boulders. And I cant see her. I holler her name, she goes into the water, and she is chasing geese. She keeps going toward the Ross Island Bridge. I holler at these guys who were trolling in the Willamette, and they go after the dog. They caught up to her, grabbed her by the collar, and she looked like a bizarre sidecar as they reeled her in.
I get her to the shore, put a leash on her. I text the owner, Ive got her. And the owner texted back, That must have been really stressful for you.
Tribune: And what did you do?
Wolske: I checked my vitals.
Tribune: One more?
Wolske: How about a 180-pound wolfhound thats stuck up on the second floor of a pet sitters home because its unable to stand. And Im taking him to emergency veterinary care for a CAT scan.
Tribune: Cant be true. You cant give a dog a CAT scan.
Wolske: Its not true. It was an MRI.Add a comment