This is Star. In 1999, at six weeks old, we rescued her from the highway. This was in the hot July summer near the end of the day and we were driving home. This was a stretch of highway where nobody lives and chances are this puppy, eight inches long, would have ended up a coyote's dinner. She was clinging to the roadside next to the highway and when I caught a glimpse of something in the grass, I promptly pulled over asking my wife what she could see. "A puppy", she answered. I ran towards the puppy. As I approached she became afraid and ran a few feet away so I dropped back . My wife advanced and said to her,"Don't run; I'm a mother." and the little pup ran right to her.
In the first week, my wife suggested we give her away but I refused. She is daddy's girl and has been from the first meal I fed her. Contrary to the opinion of my favorite dog whisperer, Cesar Milan, who claims dogs do not understand English, we sure would have thought Star did the day she ran to my wife.
Tres Piedras, NM
