As promised, the story of the final dramatic flare to Autumn’s day of searching for Mustangs…
After a wonderful, perfect day we reached Benjamin to say farewell to Kathleen and Blair around 11pm only to find that Molly, our cute Mini-Australian Shepherd,
was no longer in the back of the truck and that the last time we knew for sure she was there was miles back at Vernon! Immediately Blair and Don took off to see if they could find her but no success, the next 24 hours was spent posting reward posters up and down those vast miles with very sad children, calling her and waiting. Late that following evening a call came in that she had been spotted, frantic along the road just before Eureka. Again, Don, Blair and Kathleen immediately headed out but couldn’t find her, after yelling themselves hoarse and slowly driving up and down the spot she was last spotted Don felt prompted to open the van doors. Out of nowhere a very exhausted Molly jumped into the van and laid down exhausted next to Don, licking his hand – if dogs could cry Don was sure Molly was doing it. In her nervous and scared state she was smart enough to stay where she had fallen out of the truck, but too scared to come to a voice calling her name – the “whoosh” of the van doors was the only thing she recognized as “her people” (another side note: it was up in the mountains and the truck would have been the obvious vehicle to take, but Don took the van…) we were very grateful to get her back and very grateful to Blair and Kathleen, and Heidi and Rhett who rallied around and contributed in her coming home! Here is the video of some very sad little girls finding out Molly was found! If you listen closely you can hear the one quick bark Molly let’s out when she sees the girls.
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