Wandering Gypsy

This is Gypsy, not one of my dogs, but she belongs to a good online friend. Here is her story:

When Gypsy (not named Gypsy at that time) was two months old, she was left in a box in the back of a truck at the vet's office. For two years, she lived at a no-kill shelter. That was all she knew.

When my friend wanted to adopt her, the shelter woman brought Gypsy over in her van. Gypsy, in a new unfamiliar place, took off running as soon as her feet touched the ground.

The neighborhood searched for her for hours. Flyers were made up and distributed. The woman from the shelter had to leave town, so the search-and-rescue fell to my friend who was heartsick with worry. Gypsy was spotted in several places during that long week and a half, but no one could ever catch her. Food was left out, and for a dog that had never been on her own, she used her instincts to survive.

The woman from the shelter returned to town, drove up in her van, blew her horn. Gypsy came running! Once more reunited with the only person she knew, this time, Gypsy was secured and put inside my friend's fenced in yard.

What an adventure! As you can see from the photo above, Gypsy is none the worse for wear. She is content and adjusting to her new canine playmates, and her adoptive family just fine.

Don't you love happy endings?

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