Three years ago today a very apprehensive Helaine and I drove to the pound in Wallingford to get Doppler. A few days earlier Doppler chose me when I came to look at their ‘special case.’
We still can’t understand how anyone abandoned this dog–but someone surely did.
She was left in a baseball dugout with her brother (or father–we don’t know), Bentley. They arrived at the pound with their nails curling inward, their coats matted with poop and mud.
A dog discarded is the end of what’s already a tragic story.
We took a chance adopting. We got lucky!
Doppler has seen a lot in the past three years. And now, after a coast-to-coast ride on Helaine’s lap, she’s a Cali girl.
A few hours after we brought Doppler home our friends Cheryl and Steve adopted Bentley. Another “happily ever after” story.
Who got luckier? Doppler or us?