She broke my heart in Montana

As I was driving through Whitehall Montana I stopped to rummage through a pawn shop in the center of town while a rain shower passed. Upon exiting the store, I was met by a soaking wet miniature Schnauzer who sought shelter from the rain under my legs. I snatched her up and brought her back to the van to dry off while I made the obligatory phone calls, none of which were answered. However, just two blocks down the road was the Veterinary office listed on her tags, so I brought her there to be reunited with her owner.

Anyone who knows me knows I’ve been waiting for a dog to choose me. I have envisioned it as some mangy ol’ three-legged mutt hobbling down the roadway choosing me to hang with, living happily ever after. This was as close to that dream as it has come. This Schnauzer had a collar and was well fed, which told me she had a good home to go back too. I never did get her name (or a picture). She sure was a great dog… for the 30 minutes I had one.

(sigh)