Trip: From Abandoned to Loved
I was riding my road bike last Thursday – my 40 mile route.
As I passed through some woods, a white German Shepherd pup, less than a year old, started following me.
After about a half mile, I started trying to run him off.
Didn’t have any luck.
I was faced with a dilemma.
I still had about 20 miles to go, and he wouldn’t fit on the handle bars.
I knew he would never be able to keep up that far.
I didn’t have my cell phone, and I knew Marion was training the foals and unavailable anyway.
Not sure that it was the best decision, but I decided to run off and leave him and then come back in the Jeep.
It was damned near impossible and took seven miles, but I finally did it.
I hear him whimpering as I sped away.
I pedaled as hard as I could to get back with the Jeep before he got lost.
Eight miles from the Jeep, I had a blow-out.
I patched the tire, put in a new tube and started out again, convinced the tire would never hold.
Finally, I flagged down a friend and asked him to give me a ride to the Jeep.
It took four trips up and down the road looking for the pup, but I finally found him just before dark.
I took him back to where he started following me to see if he belonged to anyone.
It turns out that a family had moved away at Christmas and abandoned him.
No one wanted him.
See attached photo my new buddy, Trip.
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