Trixy

Gerald and I had arrived at the land separately. I had an assignment that involved a backpacking trip in the Grand Canyon, so Gerald and I planned to meet at the land when I was finished.

I was nearly there, when I saw a little reddish dog. Someone had apparently dumped her.

That night as we sat on the porch, the dog came up the driveway. We called to her, but she ran away.

The next morning, she was sitting outside our door.

JC was scheduled to come up that day, so Gerald called and asked him to pick up a bag of dog food, which he did. We gave her some water and food, and she refused to budge from the porch for the rest of the day. She was a very sweet dog, but skinny and a bit skittish.

Turns out, JC and his wife had been talking about getting a dog for their son, Tres. So JC took her with him when he left. It took quite a lot of convincing and a makeshift leash to get her off the porch and into the truck.

A couple of weeks later, JC brought her back to visit. She was now Trixy, and seemed a whole new dog.

She had filled out quite a bit and had lost every bit of skitishness. She just seemed a healthy, happy, sweet dog. Of course, we felt connected to her, so it was great to get to spend some time with her.