By Andi Elliott

The dog had been lying beside the railroad track miles out in the desert for 3 days in the 90 plus degree heat by the time I received a call. Immediately I gathered my “gear” and headed out to find him.

The directions I received were right on and I quickly located him. Parking my car on the shoulder, I began to approach him and he came roaring out at me, stiffed-legged and tail up. At least I knew he was all right. Offering him the hotdogs I had brought, he immediately became a friend. Never had I seen a dog’s coat that was so sunburned.

It took me awhile to get him into my car…inch by inch as he was not very trusting…and as a dog that could easily weigh 80 pounds at full weight, there was no picking him up. But once in the car, he collapsed on the seat, exhausted. Several hours and literally quarts of water later, he began to perk up and show his appreciation.

It’s unlikely that this dog wandered the 15 miles from the closest town. He could have been thrown from the back of a truck or abandoned. Whatever the reason, someone in this dog’s life simply didn’t care enough to even put identification on him. As I watch Storm run across my yard with his rope toy while several other rescues try desperately to catch him, I think that some fool missed out on a great dog.

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