Waiting Alone,

Confused Eager forgotten perplexed

Waiting by the closed store door

Expectant forlorn confused

As always, no poet, but you get the notion.

2005   Little Guye apparently was left behind by mistake at the Kansas truck stop where we stopped to get gas one fine day 2 weeks ago.

From Coffeyville to Pittsburg; Hubby had sites to inspect, vehicle needed petrol.

Pup waited by the store door, walked each trucker out to his truck and waited to be lifted up into the cab before slowly walking back to take up his vigil once again when the trucker left him behind.

While hubby pumped gas I watched the pup try to lick a little moisture left over from the previous night's rain.

Guye was a little nervous when we put him on the back seat, but as soon as the car engine sounded he curled up and went to sleep.

Husband and I agreed, this little fellow most likely had come from a long haul trucker who left him behind accidentally.

We stopped at WalMart where I purchased a collar, leash and small sack of dog food. Dog food did not interest him, however,

I carry a folding bowl in the car for emergencies. Guye drank two bottles of bottled water as we traveled.

Guye recognized hamburgers and gobbled his right down .... another reason leading me to believe he came from a long haul truck. With his stumpy little legs, gnarly toes and funny ears Guye is very much a minature version of Sadie.

He has settled right in with the cats, is learning to eat dog food and has learned that we go away in the car and then we come back.

Guess we got a dog.

I cannot believe anyone might have purposefully left him at the truck stop, however I strongly encourage everyone who travels with a pet to be sure to check and be sure you have all your family in the vehicle before you continue your trip after a stop at road side rests or truck stops.          

2018  update 

Guye has been a loving, faithful companion for 13+ years now. 

his step is a little slower,  there is grey on his muzzle, down his front legs and up above his eyebrows. 

he now needs help trying to climb up on 'the people bed' in evening where he burrows under covers and snoozes away the night.

I dread the day he will breathe his last and leave us behind as he crosses the Rainbow bridge, until then he is a pampered pooch, loves doggie treats, and sleeps in his dog bed next to my chair as I work.