The next morning I met Sam, our newest foster volunteer, with the load of dogs. There were two single adult females, Bella and Nellie, both smallish, and a very small mama, about ten pounds, with her three nine-week-old puppies. It turned out the best place to let them out was right in front of my … Continue reading Runaway! →

A few days ago, on my birthday, I was planning on having a small celebration with a few friends, which involved popping the cork on an eighteen-year-old bottle of Bordeaux wine from my basement. Those plans quickly dissipated, however, when news came that a load of rescue dogs needed transport from Wolf Point. The weather … Continue reading Into the Storm →