Mari, I’m shivering in the house because I’m sitting by a window and the cold’s coming in. I can’t imagine what it’s like out there tonight. Anne told us that dogs are resilient and self-sufficient, even though it’s really hard for us to believe. One of the dogs she rescued was out for a year, pretty much as a puppy, and survived an entire, brutal winter. Someone else sent us a story a while ago about a dog who was found during a Montana winter and had been hiding out in a broken down barn. The stories are there, but it’s wicked cold, and no one has seen you in over a week. I know these things go hand in hand. Brian said that they get far fewer calls in the winter to rescue animals, but it isn’t that there are fewer animals outside. There are fewer people out there, and the days are short. Your army’s still out there, though, helping out and letting people know about you. It’s incredible. They’re incredible, and I hope you get to meet them someday. They want to give you head scritches and belly rubs, just like we do, so you should come home.
I wish you and Daisy and Tito and now Nala would find each other and team up. That’s what satos do in Puerto Rico — run in packs. You’d be so much easier to find! And you wouldn’t be lonely, and you could cuddle together in an actual dog pile to stay warm. I could just see it, you’d be the boss, the general of your own canine army, but if one of the other dogs said, “Nah, let’s do this instead,” you’d say, “Okay!” and follow along. You never mind the game, as long as you get to play.
But this is where you should be, sol — where we can bundle you up and keep you safe.