Earlier this week, we had an unexpected free day so we spent a couple of hours in the Rocky Mountain National Park!
Just a little over three years ago, I was on my way to the Rocky Mountains.
I felt a pang of loneliness after spending a little over week into a two month road trip alone.
I passed a pet store and thought, "It would be nice to have a hamster or Ginny Pig on my trip." Craving another heartbeat in my car, I turned into the pet place.
I didn't expect to find the love of my life when I walked in that store.
I certainly was not looking to get a dog...
The owner was a total jerk and as I was trying to act like he lost my business, he put a puppy in my hands and led me out back.
All of the dogs were 10 week old pure breds, all except the one he brought out.
A 10 month old terrier mix named Monkey Face.
As I looked into her scared and curious eyes, I knew she was mine and I was hers.
"Her name is Rocky", I told the owner.
He scribbled it on the paperwork.
I didn't even fill out my state in fear that he would know I was living on the road.
I paid with my emergency credit card and sat in my front seat, still in shock about what I had done.
"Welcome home, Rocky," I said to the tiny, shivering puppy on my lap.
Three years later, and here we are back in the Rockies, inseparable and ecstatic to be here.
I truly believe that I am the luckiest girl in the world. 🐾