A couple of years ago my Granddaughter’s family moved into their home in Western North Carolina. It is a beautiful 38 acre mountain top home, complete with ½ mile gravel driveway straight up the hill off a curve in the paved road. This home had been vacated for a couple of years before they moved in.
Upon their arrival a bonus appeared in the form of a cute little dog, that they eventually named Lucia. She greeted them, although skittish at first, but she became more comfortable with these “Intruders” as they were moving in. After checking with the local community to see if she was a lost dog they began to care for this, previous tenant of their detached garage. Lucia became part of the family and reveled in a mutually beneficial Love fest with the family. Lucia, being an outside dog and part of the community would roam the property and visit her previous friends on the adjoining properties. One of her dog friends lived on the adjoining property across the road near where the driveway started.
About 6 months after they moved in the local sheriff knocked at the door. It seems that Lucia and her neighbor dogs would lie in the middle of the road in that curve and on several occasions cars had to screech to a halt to keep from hitting the dogs. This was not only dangerous for the dogs but also for the unsuspecting cars coming around the sharp curve.
This presented a conundrum. The family could not see the road from the house and Lucia was just doing what dogs do. This is where my Grandparent pride runs over. Most people would just take the dog to the pound. Not this beautiful 12 year old spirit that is my Granddaughter. She enlisted her Mom’s help and the utility of Facebook to find a couple that had a farm some 100 miles away that agreed to give Lucia a good home.
They have stayed in touch and Lucia’s new caregivers send pictures of a Healthy and Happy, now an inside dog. This is the same Granddaughter that I wrote about in my post about “THE HEART OF HORSE SENSE”. I am truly a Proud and Lucky Grandpa.
Thanks for being Caring Grandparents!
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