I was a week away from going on vacation in Africa when I saw Smokey at a broken down motel tied to a lamp post in the TX August sun. The man who'd been keeping him agreed to give him to me because he couldn't have Smokey in his room.
Now, 14 years later, he goes with me when I table for my organization, The Queenie Foundation, and brings people over because he loves working the crowd. He's a dog with a job and lots of love.
Manchester, CT
