A friend once told me that every time you get a dog you buy into a little tragedy, laced with magic.
They don't live nearly long enough but they do live life to its fullest.
A shooting buddy and I were in Logan, New Mexico a few years ago for the Steel Safari. On one particularly stormy evening we decided to drive out to the edge of town to watch some converging thunderstorms.
We were watching the sky light up when, out of the darkness comes a coyote-running towards us.
A scream "coyote!" and at about the same time realize that it's not a coyote but a small Sheltie, and it's limping.
She passes us and runs under our SUV for protection from the lightning.
John and I try to coax her out with no success. So I tell him, all 6'6" of him , to lay down next to the car. I do the same.
Eventually Im able to sidle up to her and pet her for a while. I manage to grab her by the scruff of the neck and toss her into the SUV.
She spends the night in my hotel rooms where I feed her and try to inspect her injured paw as my GF back home looks up vet clinics in the Tucumcari area.
The next morning we stop by the Safari HQ and request a late start so that we can get the dog to a clinic.
Zack and company reluctantly agree and we set out for Tucumcari.
Over the next few days the vet determines that she had been living in a nearby cement plant. She had been abandoned there with one of her siblings, who had been subsequently been hit and killed on the highway. The locals feed her. She has fleas and is crazy dirty. She gets a flea dip, vaccinations and a good bath.... The water runs black.
John, ends up adopting her and she now lives a well-deserved, charmed life in Portland.
Here's Raya, the wonder dog.
They don't live nearly long enough but they do live life to its fullest.
A shooting buddy and I were in Logan, New Mexico a few years ago for the Steel Safari. On one particularly stormy evening we decided to drive out to the edge of town to watch some converging thunderstorms.
We were watching the sky light up when, out of the darkness comes a coyote-running towards us.
A scream "coyote!" and at about the same time realize that it's not a coyote but a small Sheltie, and it's limping.
She passes us and runs under our SUV for protection from the lightning.
John and I try to coax her out with no success. So I tell him, all 6'6" of him , to lay down next to the car. I do the same.
Eventually Im able to sidle up to her and pet her for a while. I manage to grab her by the scruff of the neck and toss her into the SUV.
She spends the night in my hotel rooms where I feed her and try to inspect her injured paw as my GF back home looks up vet clinics in the Tucumcari area.
The next morning we stop by the Safari HQ and request a late start so that we can get the dog to a clinic.
Zack and company reluctantly agree and we set out for Tucumcari.
Over the next few days the vet determines that she had been living in a nearby cement plant. She had been abandoned there with one of her siblings, who had been subsequently been hit and killed on the highway. The locals feed her. She has fleas and is crazy dirty. She gets a flea dip, vaccinations and a good bath.... The water runs black.
John, ends up adopting her and she now lives a well-deserved, charmed life in Portland.
Here's Raya, the wonder dog.
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