Montana's Story
The Best Day of Montana's Life
When I think about the best day of Montana’s life, I think about the day that someone tied him to a pole in a Big Lots parking lot in Granbury, Texas.
If you know anything about the golden retriever breed, you know they are very much people dogs. Montana was no exception. He would come up and stand beside you and then lean over into you, and if you did not have a good base he could literally knock you over.
As I think about Montana on that day, tied to a pole, malnourished and abandoned, I can’t help but think that from his perspective this must’ve been absolutely the worst thing that could’ve happened to him. But actually it was the very best thing that could happen to him, because someone came along and found him and called the Golden Retriever Rescue of North Texas who put him in the care of a foster family.
About that same time our younger daughter was graduating from Texas Tech University and had taken a job with a company on the west side of Fort Worth. Wanting to get established in her new job before finding her own place, she moved in with us and promptly declared that what our house needed was a dog. We had not had a dog for five years, but when she said we needed a dog, she began looking for a dog. She went to the Golden Retriever Rescue website and found a picture of Montana. The foster family brought Montana to visit us; we fell in love with him, and he fell in love with us and came to be our dog.
When our daughter finally found her own apartment it was on the third floor; she suggested that since we had a big backyard, and she would have to take him out and walk him for his daily business, it would be better if he just lived with us. And that’s what he did until she got married and moved into her own home.
When I think about the story of Montana, I am reminded of the story of Joseph.