Nap Time for Yogi

 

Posin'

 

 

So, when we arrived in Lame Deer and the Cheyenne Reservation, one of the first things my wife saw was this mangy, skin and bones mutt, running the streets with a pack of strays.

 

She took to him real quick and was soon feeding him scraps and leftovers. (Quite a feat to feed one dog in a pack of several hungry dogs.)

Fimally one day we were cleaning out the fridge and found some old sandwich meat. The dogs were hanging around so, from the back porch I started tossing meat slices to the herd. This little guy got his share by catching the slices out of the air, and not having to scramble and fight the other dogs, hence the name Yogi. (For all you non sports fans, that NY Yankee Hall of Fame Catcher Yogi Berra)

 

He has since decided to stick around more (go figure, eh?) and we have had the pleasure of seeing Yogi fill out and start looking healthier.

 

Yogi nows has a bed on our back porch is becoming more playful every day. It is good to see him walk around the yard with his head up and his tail not tucked between his legs.

 

More updates on Yogi to come.