Sweet Roadie

There is a big ole' soft spot in my heart for needy animals.  I've restricted myself from visiting PetSmart on dog adoption days because their sweet little faces get me everytime. I would literally own 60 dogs if I had a) the time b) the funds c) the help to care for all of them.

Which leads me to my topic for today - my sweet dog, Roadie. 


I found Roadie on the side in the middle of the road (hence the creative name) while I was on my way home from work. He was a tiny puppy and was clearly confused about why he was there, or so I thought.  After trying to find Roadie's owner to no avail, I packed him in my car and brought home the newest member of the Foreman family.

I've learned that Roadie thinks he belongs in the middle of the highway.  I often get calls or text messages to let me know that Roadie is in the road doing his favorite activity - chasing cars.  We've learned that Roadie can run up to 35 miles per hour and that he's a pretty sturdy mutt.  After three or four emergency trips to the vet, he has a slight limp, but he can still run as fast as he ever has. His only mission in life is to get that slow car. 


18 wheelers aren't scary to Roadie, but thunderstorms sure are...he's in my dining room on a blanket as I type this.  He goes crazy at the first sound of thunder and tries to find a way to get under our house or my parents' house.  He may survive being run over by a car, but I don't know how many chances Big Wayne is going to give him to destroy the siding on his house and break water lines.

Maybe I should invent a car horn that sounds like thunder??

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