Thursday, January 1
Bridget and I leave Painted Rock Campground west of Gila Bend and travel westward across Arizona on Interstate 8 to Yuma. I find a campsite not far from some “real life friends,” something we had arranged by email.
Normally I give the first names of my friends and post a photo of their rig. I promised these friends I wouldn’t do that. They don’t want anyone knocking on their door asking how to find RVSue, which is understandable. Anyway . . .
After setting up camp I turn on the Wave 3 heater and leave it on for several hours before going to bed. It’s a very cold night outside. Bridget and I are warm inside and sleep well.
Friday, January 2
Due to the cold morning, my friends and I decide they should wait until later in the morning before they come over for a visit. It’s still chilly when they walk over, but warm enough that we can sit and talk. We climb a small hill near our camp which gives us a great view of the surrounding area.
I’ve decided to delay posting photos or descriptions of this camp in order to maintain my privacy.
Saturday, January 3
Bridget and I board the Perfect Tow Vehicle and head into Yuma. We hope to find the dog who is destined to become part of the canine crew!
I park the PTV at the Humane Society of Yuma.
“I’ll be right back, Bridget. You be a good girl.” Fat chance.
I walk over to the entrance and I can’t believe what happens next. I don’t even walk inside the building and I find the perfect dog!
Look at this guy! Isn’t he wonderful?
He fits all my specifications: male, young, terrier, light-colored, short-haired, small-to-medium size, photogenic, intelligent, friendly, a touch of rascal-ality, and, of course, cute as the dickens!
His name is Butters.
He’s outside this morning for fresh air and exercise and is being minded by a woman and her teenaged daughter. They let me walk Butters on a leash. He scampers about in an invitation for me to play.
I laugh and scamper with him before scooping him up.
“You’re a little butter cookie!”
Butters is a stray and his exact age is unknown.
We go inside and Butters is placed in his cage.
I’m told to wait for the adoption person.
In the meantime I stick my fingers through the bars and Butters proceeds to chew on them.
Note the additional cuteness provided by the pink tongue.
Soon a man appears and informs me that Butters is being held for someone else. My heart sinks into my shoes. Darn!
However, he says, I can have my name put on a list in case the people decide not to take Butters.
“Sometimes a person will choose a dog and then when they bring the family in, the husband or wife doesn’t want the dog or something and they change their minds,” the man says encouragingly.
Sure, like anyone would change their mind about this sweetie!
I go to the office to have my name put on the list.
I find out that I’m third in line for Butters. The facility is closed on Sundays and Mondays. I’m told to check back on Tuesday to see if Butters is available.
In the meantime I keep seeing the wagging tail, the button ears, and those big, beautiful eyes.
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