The Great Frosty Adventure...starring members of R.U.F.F....initiated by Jessica Wilson Allison. Jessica told me about a horribly skinny mama lab at The Frosty (popular burger joint and doggy dumping ground on Hwy 78.) I told Walker Strays (Kara) & Melody Gilliland and off Kara and I went to catch a dog. Simple in theory and planning, NEVER simple in execution...never. Mama was no where to be seen but there were 2 other dogs there...one was a female black lab Kara & Kelly Haley Mitchell (another R.U.F.F. member) had tried to catch a couple days ago, one was a new fella that the workers saw dumped out earlier this week. We first set off down the road to look for mama, following a path pointed out by a customer. That path led us down a hill toward the river. Let me edit that: down a hill, thru briars and vines, over fallen trees, thru multiple spider webs (Kara took the lead so she was the lucky one who ninjaed thru those!), over rocks to the river. To get down we had to basically slide down. Kara had on flip flops. Not the appropriate footwear for sure- footededness but hey we didnt think we would be playing George of the Jungle. *note to self: put muck boots in car tomorrow* No dog anywhere. We looked over and under and in every potential den. Nothing. Conceding momentary defeat, we head back. I mean, head up...up up up the bank. First we had to cross a branch. I thought I could jump it. I could hear Hey yall, watch this running thru my head. (I would like to take a moment to let you know I had mean standing-long-jump skills in elementary track & field activities..HAD being the keyword here.). Up I jump, down I land, both feet buried in mud. Kara starts laughing hysterically (karma, Kara...karma). Im teetering trying to stay upright. Lift left foot to take a step..foot comes up, shoe stays behind. I then commence to wrestling the muck for my shoe...proud to say I was victorious. Dilemma: put on a muddy (stinky!!) show or walk in my sock. *sigh* shoe goes on. Kara is still in the lead and heads right up the hill...she said Man, I sure am glad I did this stuff as a kid. She was a pro although just once she started falling backward. I gave her hiney a boost and she was off again. Nimble as could be she made it in record time...then directs me to a simpler path...THRU A GARBAGE PILE...no complaints from me bc I really didnt want to heave myself up that steep slope. 2 spiderwebs, 1 tick on Kara, and a bunch of what we REALLY hope wasnt poison oak later we made it back to civilization. We then set our sights on the other female. We had an audience so we were just praying we would end the evening with a little dignity intact. The Fates figured we had endured enough so we managed to snag the other female dog we think is preggers, easily and without incident..then we took time to grab a burger while sitting on a picnic table outside. Where we were joined by a very nice man who had witnessed some of this and overheard us talking. He said Ive heard of Dog the Bounty Hunter but never the Dog Bounty Hunters and proceeded to ask us about what we were doing. More and more, we all find ourselves explaining what we do and why...we have met some really awesome people in our community while we are on a R.U.F.F. mission. I love it! So there you have it...another crazy evening brought to you by R.U.F.F. There are entirely too many tears and too much heartache in rescue...if I can find a chance to laugh, even if its at myself, Im taking it. :)
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 03:09:13 +0000
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