My colleague Holly Sizemore and I were driving together to a business meeting in Phoenix a few weeks back. It was dark as we passed down the highway that traverses the Navajo Nation, a wild and woolly area with a strange, almost haunted atmosphere.
Bop is old. She spends most of her time asleep, usually not far from my desk. Watching her snoozing contentedly is one of those things that make me happy. That's one of the great things about old dogs. They are easy to please and they radiate gratitude.
Our Dogtown caregivers, team leaders and managers have combed the miles of dog area fencing--identifying, and prioritizing areas that will be reinforced to prevent any chance of a repeat of the unprecedented tearing of holes in three runs in one night that resulted in the death of one of our dogs, Beans.