"Chubby" no more...

Well, since everybody I know blogs, I thought I would go ahead and finally start my own blog. Since I'm not married and I don't have any kids, the next best thing was my precious baby, Freeway.

Many of you may not know the story about Freeway so I'll begin my 1st blog by telling you how he came into my life. It was July 4th weekend, 2004. Wendy, Mark and I were driving up to Decatur to spend the day with Mark's mom and his family. As we started to pull off Highway 287 and onto the road leading up to the property, we noticed a black and white dog walking along 287. We pulled over and whistled for him. He immediately ran up to us and we picked him up and put him in the bed of the truck. He was only wearing a Red, White, and Blue ribbon around his neck, along with a rabies vaccination tag. Since it was the weekend, we were not able to get a hold of the vet. We had no idea what the dog's name was so we just started calling him "287." We finally got a hold of the owner's phone number from the vet Monday morning. Their response when we called was, "Oh, well...we don't want him back." I was pretty shocked that they weren't one bit concerned that their dog had been missing for 3 days. It was obvious they had no intentions of having him returned when he ran off, which explains why he wasn't wearing a name tag with a telephone number. We found out his name was "Chubby" and that the owners wanted to get a bigger dog for their teenage sons to be rougher with. I guess Chubby wasn't rough enough for the boys. I decided that I would keep Chubby since we were afraid the owners would allow him to just run off again and didn't want him to be hit by a car on the busy highway. Needless to say, the first thing I did when I got him was change his name. "287" was too long so I decided to call him "Freeway." My family enjoys calling him several other names including, Highway, Turnpike, and Interstate. I have had Freeway for 5 years now and I spoil him rotten. He's definitetely found a loving home.