I was out walking Ella this beautiful, crisp Thanksgiving morning giving thanks for everyone and everything in my life. I came upon this emaciated and terrified dog huddled under a tree. Someone had given him a sheet to lie on, but this dog needed a blanket. I drove back and brought him home. He was someone’s pet. He climbed right up on my couch. He is terribly malnourished and very afraid. He is having a good day at my house but I need to get him to the vet. He’s getting lots of food and warmth and love and Vivaldi and probably the first good sleep he’s had in a long time. I know he, too, is grateful today. Into the vet tomorrow.
Probably already housebroken, too. Every dog owner probably has a nightmare about their dog getting lost and having to survive out on the street. Who knows what this dog’s story is: whether he is out on the street on purpose or by accident. But whatever the reason, he’s sure lucky that you’re the one who found him.
They’re also very nice, quietly insightful pictures.
You’ve done a beautiful, generous thing, Anne. I’m not surprised but I’m definitely moved and inspired. I’ll be checking back often to see how Ollie’s doing…