Today’s post isn’t a memory. This story is unfolding in real time and parts are difficult to comprehend. One of my close friends found three dogs in a place you would never want to see dogs out on their own: a steep hillside next to a treacherous mountain highway, at least an hour from any type of civilization. These poor animals are lonely, scared, starving, and cold. My mind can’t work out any reason why someone would abandon animals in this way, but we are actively working on rescuing the dogs as quickly as we can, as we are in the midst of a winter storm that is threatening to drop up to twelve inches of snow in the remote area they are stuck in. I don’t have anything poetic to say. My heart just hurts. But it’s also uplifted from all the people that have offered helping hands despite the pandemic and fears resonating around the world. I feel like I’ve seen the best of humanity and the worst over the past week. I took this photo on the drive down the mountain on Sunday. We had just spent several rainy hours building a shelter for the dogs to hopefully use during the storm. It was eerily foggy and visibility was low, kind of like the unknown ending to this story.