Dogs. Mine and other strays.

I stopped at this gas station in New Mexico yesterday to photograph it.

I pulled in and two dirty little dogs came running out, tails wagging, to greet me. My first thought was I should bail because someone is living in there. I talked to the dogs for a minute and waited for someone to come out. The two of them went running into one of the buildings so I followed, cautiously. Inside on a table was a bag of dog food and some jugs of water but the dogs had disappeared. I thought, 'ok, good, someone does live here with them'.

I turned to leave but something still wasn't sitting right with me. That's when I saw a note on the table. This is what it said;

I tried my darnedest to nab these two as well, seeing that someone on the note would look after them if they could just get to the vet in a nearby town. They weren't having any of it. They were gone out of my site as soon as I tried to approach. Coaxing them with food did nothing. I added my note to theirs saying I tried and wish I could do more.

Since finding Okie, I have met quite a few people who also rescued dogs. I stopped to take a photo of an old restaurant in Texola, Texas and two beautiful dogs came running over followed by a woman. She told me just a few nights ago someone left them there at 2am and sped off. She can't keep them either but will do her best to find a home for them. Peggy, the lady I met here at the RV park also has a dog she rescued when someone dropped him off as a pup at a parking lot. So I ask, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE!? I still believe 90% of us are good but when it comes to animals we are not a people I am proud of.  I wonder if I could make a job out of traveling around and rescuing stranded dogs? It seems like I would have no problem finding them. I am happy to have made a difference in one little life but I wish I could do more.

I'll leave with a photo of Okie so I can end this post on a good note. She is a little gift to me and I love waking up with her snuggles. As I type this she is curled up with her head resting on my left arm. What a doll!

This is how we roll.