Ever since a scraggly feral puppy followed Bowie and I out of the desert, I’ve been a two-dog person. Why have one when you can have two? After saying goodbye to Bowie in November, I was so thankful to have Dio by my side and I really cherished our one on one time. Dio has stepped into Bowie’s role in so many ways – all of a sudden he loves peanut butter! – it astonishes me how vividly Bowie lives on in his brother Dio.
Now Dio gets to be the big brother, to a little sister! In early February I put in an application with a herding dog rescue based in Wyoming and of all their lovely dogs, this girl happened to be fostered the closest to us in Montana. She had survived parvo, kennel cough and a high kill shelter in Texas and by eight months of age she already gone through three names: Howlie, Glenda and Shadow.
I’ve never chosen my dogs. Bowie and Dio were mine the very first moment we met and so it was with Vida. When I stepped out of the car she ran right up to me, sat on my feet, wrapped her front legs around my legs and hugged me tight. She’s been by my side ever since. It’s miraculous to me that this creature made her way from Texas to Big Sky, Montana and yet, she’s absolutely meant to be here.
As we drove the five hours home to Big Sky, our sweet puppy snuggled up to her new big brother in the backseat, as calm and quiet as could be, a road trip natural. We threw names back and forth, looking for the right combination of sound and meaning and just as a spectacular sunset was peaking, I thought of Vedauwoo, Wyoming, one of my favorite names for one of my favorite places. Vida! La Vida – the Life. Perfect.
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