New England Old English Sheepdog Rescue, Inc.

Cherokee, a little thing of an OES - on the road to
Old English Sheepdog Rescue of Colorado
A story from Stephen Cheslik of Casper, Wyo.
(formerly from NYC)

When Blue and I headed west last December, we looked about for a local OES rescue group to support in some small way. Little did I imagine that the almost insignificant check would lead to an unexpected phone call and an even more unexpected journey across a hundred miles of ice-coated highway, through near whiteout conditions and to a pint-sized sheepie named Cherokee in an almost forgotten Wyoming town named Lusk. While I placed a bit too much trust in acronyms such as AWD and ABS as my car crawled past the prairie's ever-bobbing pump jacks, speed-limit signs urging me to go 75, and train after coal train, I doubt even throwing in a tornado or two would have made my little effort sufficient to repay the OES world the bottomless debt I owe. And as if mother nature knew my journey was all for a good deed, the snow died off, the mercury nudged higher and the road quickly shed its icy blanket as Cherokee left Lusk behind. Upon arriving in Cheyenne, to pass Cherokee on to an Old English Sheepdog Rescue of Colorado volunteer, the sky was clear and only a strong, bitter wind remained. A wind, that hours before, Cherokee would have endured outside as she had for that last year of her life. So, 480 miles have been added to my car's odometer, and another OES lass will be finding a home thanks to you (NEOESR), albeit in a very indirect way. A tiny fraction of debt repaid. As for Blue, she's sleeping on the floor beside me. I don't think she will let me far out of her sight today, less I pick up another canine hitchhiker.