We had another surprise a couple of weeks ago as we were out in the yard working on fence. There is a wild dog who roams the countryside, typically with a handful of different-aged pups in tow. One of their trails crosses the top of the hill, and she was startled in crossing that day. As she and the litter ran away, one of the little ones must have been left behind. Madra sniffed her out in her hiding place, and soon I was pulling her out from a sticky spot inside of a cactus. I have met a friend at work who would like to adopt her as a first dog for his two young boys. Once I can get her cleaned up and presentable, I am sure that this little Prickly Pear will wiggle her way into a happy family!
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