Sunday Morning Coffee

She showed up randomly one morning as a puppy. The vets assistant says "the doc might want to wait a week or two before giving her any shots.." They didn't but they were quite sure she was 8-9 weeks. So, I put July 20th down as her birthday. Which means our found you day is just around the corner. She's turned 3 this year.

The day she showed up I went to the county pound, and the vet down the street and then the humane society and they all took a picture of her and took my name and information. The next day her three brothers showed up. I corralled them in some garden fencing and put a piece of plywood on top of it with a large section of iron I beam. Like a 2 ft section of train rail. Random thing from the landlord's nightmare cabin. But I kept her separate inside my trailer. Didn't really think about it, I just intended to keep her and give her brothers away to people in my running community. The idea being or hope being that they would be able to see each other from time to time at group gatherings. But I had to go into town for some reason and when I got back her brothers were gone. Living out in the country I didn't really lock my doors or anything like that so I guess I'm pretty lucky whoever took her brothers didn't go into my trailer. But even after the fact I couldnt gather any information from my landlord about where she came from or where her brothers went. When my landlord first saw her it actually seemed like everything he was saying in the conversation was trying to figure out whether or not I went out and stole them from someone. Then a few days later while we were playing I heard the neighbor's wife say to her husband look, and when I looked up at them he was shrugging his shoulders and walking away. I introduce myself to Mike when I first moved onto the property and it was very clear that he was not interested in having a conversation. It was a weird place and time. ..It's was a very hard time.

The vet said her eye has glaucoma but we ran into an actual optometrist a couple weeks ago and he called it buphthalmos. Meaning the chance of it being the result of blunt impact like being hit by a car is just as real as it being genetic and glaucoma. Was not in a very easy to reach spot and the idea that she was very disoriented and scared makes a lot of sense. Regardless, I consider her a gift. From who I don't really know and honestly don't really care. I'm very thankful though. She's a great dog.

My guess is Anatolian and German Shepherd, and Husky.

Thanks for reading have a great day