Day 4
Day 4 started early. We had to get to our destination by 4:00 pm and we had a bit over 500 miles to go. We were on the road at the crack of dawn. We had very little sleep and all of us were very tired, but also full of excitement, since this was our final day, a day which we all worked so hard for.
We were driving through Oregon when we received a call from Patty in WA. She said we would need to stop at a rest stop right before we get into Chehalis. We were to meet our escort- a group of Harley riders who wanted to escort the bus into town. These are the same guys who escorted the Vietnam War Wall when they came to WA. You can imagine how excited we were to hear this.
We arrived at the rest stop early. We had 2 hours to take care of the dogs before heading into town to our final destination. While at the rest stop, many travelers driving by stopped to visit and play with our dogs.
At 5:15 pm we heard the roaring sound of Harleys. The motorcycles pulled in one by one and stopped by the bus. We could feel our heart beat and thoughts choke as they pulled in.
A big bearded man approached us with open arms. That was Teri, the leader of the group, which later we found out was Mona’s new dad. At 5:30 we were ready to head out. With six Harleys in front and four in the back of the bus we got back on the highway. After ten minutes on the highway, we pulled into the new location of the FOLCAS shelter, to be greeted by a crowd of over 200 people, some clapping, some crying, many snapping pictures of the motorcycles and the bus as we drove in. Amongst the crowd there were newspaper reporters, a representative of Best Friends, a local radio station and the Executive Director of the Longview shelter.
The first person we met was Scooter’s new mom. She was very excited about getting her new dog. She did not care that he had bad skin and no hair. “I love him no matter what” she said. All other adopters were waiting in line waiting to meet their new babies.
Adopters were asked to do a quick interview for our documentary. Once done, they were handed their new dog. One adopter was crying and as she spoke to the camera, she said that her dog passed away 5 years ago and she couldn’t get herself to get another dog. That was until she saw Mary’s picture in the newspaper, she added, “I knew that Mary was my new dog”. At that moment the interviewer asked “are you ready to meet your dog?” Little Mary was handed to her new mommy as the crowd broke into tears.
We were standing by the bus when an elderly man approached us. “I am here to get my dog!” We looked at each other “which dog is that?” He climbed into the bus and looked at Rocky, the black Shih Tzu. “This is my dog. I am here to get my dog!” he said while opening the kennel to get Rocky out. Rocky, who was determined to be a biter, especially if you grab him, could care less when the old man picked him up and carried him off the bus.
Once all dogs were given to their new families, we got a chance to finally take a deep breath. The sun was setting, ending a long emotional day.
