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me, Saturna Robbie

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

A Dash for Freedom

Wow! were we happy to see Margaret! We introduced her to Big Black Pancho and the other dogs.....they all loved her and she was almost licked to death!

Margaret told us she had heard from a passing motorist that the awful prison we were in was a death camp! The nasty man who picked us up was a bounty hunter paid for the head of each dog he rounded up and killed and he didn't much care whether or not the dogs were strays or pets.
 
 There is an Indian legend...when a human dies there is a bridge he must cross to enter into heaven. At the head of that bridge waits every animal he encountered during his lifetime. The animals...decide which humans may cross the bridge...and which are turned away. I want Hurley's Angels to be the keeper of that bridge!!!

It was time for an escape plan.

We decided to hide Margaret in amongst the dogs and when the nasty man came back and unlocked the gate we would all rush him, knock him to the ground and RUN! As back up Margaret had her gun,and if she had to, she would threaten him with it. 

So we waited and waited...we were hungry and thirsty and tense. Finally we heard a vehicle....our hair stood up on our backs and we growled in readiness for the nasty man. We heard the key in the lock....WE CHARGED! He did not know what hit him....we bowled him over and we all stomped on his face ....and then we ran. Margaret locked the gate and threw away the key. It would not hold him for long but we hope enough time for us to get away.

Dusty, Hurley. Tansy, Lacey, ME, Margaret and ALL the dogs followed Big Black Pancho (who could run like the wind) into the Tumacacori mountains where we would be safe while I formulated another plan.