Rescuing "Woody"

One of the more interesting episodes that occured during our stay in Ironwood was the rescuing of "Woody" (aka Ironwood) the dog. Some idiot who has eternally bad karma dumped their dog 15 miles from the nearest house or water. Ok. I'm not sure that's the story, I'll be generous and imagine an owner that takes their dog out camping with no collar on and lets them wander the desert with coyotes.

Woody wouldn't come anywhere near us when we arrived. The next day, I put out water figuring at least he'd get that if we weren't around. He drank that and the next night came close enough to eat some chuck roast Greg threw to him (not bad grub for a desert dog). By the next day, he came right up and took food from Greg's hand. We fed the poor thing about every leftover we had in our fridge and hoped he didn't throw it all up. The next morning, he was "ours", coming into camp in the morning looking for breakfast. The poor dog had cracked pads and was limping.

Phoebe was delighted when she woke up and Woody was so gentle and nice to her, taking 'goldfish crackers' from her and letting her pet him. I can't believe anyone would just dump that dog!

We groomed him a bit and decided to take him into the humane society. Although they aren't no-kill, they said if the dog was nice they have no time limits. We loaded him into the truck and took him in. Needless to say, saying bye was hard, but I have to say that Tucson's humane society is one of the nicer facilities I've seen--and lots of nice looking people there to adopt dogs.

We still keep finding hair and missing our Woody.