June 22, 2020
Author: Katie Houston @ mosspetal
EVERY DOG HAS A HISTORY AND WE WANT TO SHARE IT.
#MyDogStory – @mosspetal
If you didn’t start a family during your trip, did you really even take a trip? You’ve heard of the tram, I just happened to keep mine close even after the hike.
Kraka and I decided to climb a pedestrian section of the trail that I had missed due to an injury in September. In Virginia. In the midst of a terrible drought. Aside from the occasional cash cache left by heartfelt angels and local hostel owners, we found that our bottles dried up most of the trip.
A few days after the trip, we were about 20 miles south of the Trent Grocery Store, a popular trail stop, simply because of the proximity to food. Give tourists a half mile burger hike, you will attract a crowd. Around the middle of the day, I had sent Legs in front of me with a little climb, with the familiar saying, “I’ll see you at the top!”
Not long after, soon enough for me to still be able to see my partner half a dozen switches above me, I saw him stop chatting with a man who had several dogs with him. I quickly heard Legs shout, “Hey, baby !! Do you want a dog ?? “I didn’t even think about it. “YES !!!” I shouted back on the climb. A few minutes later I found myself with Legs, the strange filthy man and three tired-looking huskies. There were two large ones with blue eyes and white fur and a much smaller one that was mostly black with white fur on the abdomen, chest and lower half of the face. The black fur surrounded her eyes, making her look even more like a little wolf.
In one hand was the black leash, and in the other was a folded sheet of paper and a block of cheese with a small amount of dog food. Paper was her pure paperwork. “SIBERIAN HUSKY,” he wrote. BLAND COUNTY, VA, the county we were in. “DATE OF BIRTH: December 2, 2016.” She was almost 3 years old!
“Her name is Maggie, but she doesn’t know it,” he said scornfully. “Yes, I just can’t take care of the three of me anymore. I managed the finances. She was just going to the pound in the next town I got to. I looked excitedly at Legs. I knew if we could keep her or not, at least we would get her out of this situation. “We’ll take her!” I practically shouted. The man walked down the path in the opposite direction. “Oh, and she’s a little aggressive. Watch out for that. Good luck! ”And he left, without love lost.
I bent down to start loving the little husky right away. There were large patches of undercoat falling from the sides and back, and a large, heavy, rusty carabiner hung around her neck. We picked it up and found that her breasts were dark gray. “I’m sure she should have white fur there … I wonder how long it’s been since she turned it off.” His feet quickly dug into his backpack and pulled out his bear with a small carabiner attached. He turned them both off, putting the old man in his garbage bag. “At least now she’ll be a pound lighter.”
We walked to the next shelter, quickly realizing how exhausted she was. Without anyone else around, we tied her to our long bear line and gave her the beginning of the place. I spent the next half hour picking out the thick lumps of undercoat she was desperately trying to shed.
“I think Peach wants her!” The legs cried out from the shelter, referring to a man he had met during hiking earlier in the year. He had asked his followers on Instagram if anyone was interested in adopting her. “Oh, good!” I said, knowing full well that this would be my dog.
After completing the hike, I took Thru to take all her photos and vaccinations and test for heartworm disease or other parasites. It is positive for the bacteria that cause Lyme disease, a condition transmitted to dogs by ticks and one that tourists live in fear of. “She really is the best dog for a trail,” Legs said. “She even comes with Lyme disease!”
I tell people the story of Thru and how we got her, and I always hear how lucky he must have been on her side. Not to get all the stickers on the bumper with the inscription “My salvation saved me”, sentimental levels, but I know that luck was on our side when we came across this dog, which does not even know its name, how to sit, what are rubbing the abdomen or how to eat until you are full. Because this dog has to give full love love and now she can finally show this to anyone who meets her.
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