Our journey began in California in the summer of 2010. Abandoned by our owner, my buddy and I traveled in the company of 100 small-breed dogs on The Road to Hope bound for Help for Homeless Pets in Billings, Montana. Nameless and frightened, we reached our destination shelter where we were met by very kind volunteers. Then we waited.
In only a short time three cute, enthusiastic children named Sophie, Maddie, and Sam Randak bounded into the shelter. Using their own money, the girls had bought two bags of toys and treats to donate. Sam came along to cheer us up. "Gramma, look at this dog 'doing the bear'," Sam shouted. (And here I thought I was only begging on my hind legs for MilkBone treats! ) Doing everything in my power to keep her attention on me, I focused on that "Gramma". My gaze and whimpers seemed to be doing the trick. So I couldn't believe it when that family left without me. To top it off, I was moved to a different area of the shelter. "Now they'll never find me if they come back," I moaned. Heartsick, I waited.
Three days later I heard music when those same happy voices cried out, "Grams, he is still here." Well, I adopted that Gramma and her family on the spot. And icing on the cake, a wonderful Grampa was included.
I am not boasting but the family I adopted is amazed at my wonderful disposition, good manners, and hiking prowess. And it so happens that my buddy, Laptop, adopted a terrific family, too, and lives only a few blocks away!
My journeys now are beautiful Montana hikes under Big Skies and along the Boulder River surrounded by my forever family. I wait no more.
Happy Trails! Teddy
Billings, MT
