But seriously, we had driven down from Tupelo, south through Mississippi to Nanabe Creek RV Park in the town of Russell, outside Meridien. We were ready, of course, ready to destroy everyone and everything in our blog as we are wont to do but...
... we got our comeuppence when I went in to pay the camping fee and discovered we were passing a counterfeit twenty. First one off our printer.
But really, we think we picked it up at an ATM in Sedona but don't know for sure. Since the park owners didn't call the FBI on us we figured they were pretty good folks. Little did we know how good.
The next morning as Paul was walking Daisy, he saw this, which he thought was initially a sheep grazing by a little creek. Turns out this was no sheep, but a dog. Looked like a mix between a Pyrenees and a cocker spaniel. A beautiful little creature in obvious distress. He thought it had been hit by a car. It could barely move but was quivering. Paul didn't want to approach it which would only add to its stress and there was no one else around to do anything about it. But he wasn't about to leave it there.
Fortunately the RV park owner, David Harper, was there at that early hour and knew about a woman who had come by a week earlier looking for her lost dog. David is a dog owner. So Paul and David, lovers--that is of dogs--took some of Daisy's expensive Beneful dog food (and Daisy was happy to oblige) and used it to calm and coax this hungry dog into David's arms....
and then into Paul's.
David with Beneful.
This dog obviously hadn't eaten in a week. She was skin and bones under all that fur.
This dog obviously hadn't eaten in a week. She was skin and bones under all that fur.
Oops. This is a shot of the dog's rear end. Got in accidentally so ignore it.
So now the search is on for the lady who came by a week ago. Possibly the dog's owner?
(That's the Tundra in the background.)
(That's the Tundra in the background.)
David unlocked his office door so he and Paul could warm the dog in front of the heater. It was a cold morning--notice Paul's ski jacket.
Inside, David called his wife who described the pickup truck driven by the woman with the lost dog. After hearing the description, he gave a knowing nod, jumped into his own truck and drove to a house a couple of miles away.
While David was gone and I was snapping pictures to document the rescue mission, Paul was trying to score with this woman and lure her into the all-new for 2010 Lance 2285 with slider.
While David was gone and I was snapping pictures to document the rescue mission, Paul was trying to score with this woman and lure her into the all-new for 2010 Lance 2285 with slider.
Actually, this is Michelle, the grateful owner of little Addie, a dog she rescued as a twelve-week-old pup almost sixteen years ago. Addie had wandered off a week-and-a-half earlier and simply couldn't find her way back. Michelle had posted fliers in town and that morning had put an online ad on the website petfinder.com. She just wanted her dog back.
These sorts of situations usually don't end this well. Michelle couldn't thank us (and David, the bigger hero) enough. Little did she know we were passing bad bills and had to high-tail it out of town because the sheriff was on our trail.
What nice folks these were and what nice folks we have encountered throughout the south and we will never say another bad word about them again. Damn! What are we going to do for blog material?
Stories about Daisy and the all-new for 2010 2285 Lance travel trailer with slider and the matching tow vehicle (dare we say "Tundra") are getting a little tiresome.
'Course I can always talk about Paul's Activia kicking in in the morning. Now there's a story you don't want to her.
Anyway, in our next blog we are backing up to revisit the hometown of Charlie Musselwhite and someone else you probably know. Gotta go. Paul's buying me dinner. Bye.
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Keep it clean, please. And nice. And complimentary.