The neighbor shot our dog.
It was really our fault. We were trying to get some Salmon fishing in on Saturday as well as take a load of trash to the landfill. We were running out of time before the landfill closed, rushed home from the river to hook up to the loaded trailer, and left in a huge hurry without tying Cherokee up. Then, when we were at the landfill, our trailer hitch broke, crippling us. We spent the night at a friends’ house, and headed home from church the next day, leaving our trailer sit until we can get the hitch fixed.
Cherokee wasn’t around.
Andy walked the property line calling for her, but couldn’t find her anywhere. Sunday night the neighbor came over and told us Cherokee had been chasing his sheep Sunday morning and had bitten a couple of them, so when she wouldn’t come away he shot her.
Andy is taking it pretty hard, and it’s a blow to all of us. After the huge PAIN of bringing her in the motorhome with us all the way from Pennsylvania, what a let down.
Plus there is something about having a dog in the wilderness here that makes you feel a little more secure somehow.
We miss our dog. But we aren’t mad at the neighbor. It really was our fault for not tying her up.
Sometimes it feels like one thing after the next is going badly. We could really use your prayers!