How Sadie came to be here
My youngest sister has been a critter collector from birth. A dozen years ago she rescued a little dog from a kill shelter,called ma and told her she needed this little dog before it was put down. Ma and her boyfriend (both 78) made plans to drive to Worland,Wy,400 miles away,on a Wednesday,get the dog and drive back Thursday. It was January so I checked the forecast. There were blizzard warnings all the way from the state line to Worland. I sat them down and told them to wait a few days. They are stubborn people and went anyway. Somewhere around Casper, old Dave launched the Explorer off of the freeway and out into the prairie. They had it towed to town where he convinced a mechanic to cobble it back together again and they were off the next morning to Worland. They brought her home. She was underweight and sickly. I took her to my vet who discovered that her intestines had been nicked when she was spayed a few days earlier,so he patched her up for me. Meantime,ma’s insurance company checked out her Ford and totaled it [emoji23][emoji33][emoji29]
The body looked fine,but the frame,steering and suspension weren’t.They drove 600 miles like that!
