Our pup is sick

Our pup is sick
KODAK Digital Still Camera
Wyoming, summer 2020

We found Roady two months after our beloved Maggie was hit and killed on our road. They did not even stop. I had gone to town to hang up notices for our upcoming garage sale, and when I came back . . .

Tony and I couldn’t bear being without a pup, so answering an ad, we drove ninety miles west, to Jackson. There, in a bank parking lot, we watched a litter of about 5 pups squiggle and squirm on the seller’s car floor. Tony cuddled with one. Choosing was his call. And he chose Roady. 

Driving home, first day

Will you think of us this week, please, as we continue our efforts to help our Roady?