My journey to freedom, a simple, nomadic life, is not a road best traveled alone. Meet Momo, my neurotic, mixed up pup. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body, he’s terrified of flies, packed boxes, loud noises and angry conversations. I cannot imagine traveling the road without my faithful canine companion.
Momo’s back story
He was rescued from the humane society at the age of two. I remember the day I decided it was time to get a dog. I hadn’t really intended on walking out with one, I just got in my car and decided to see what was out there. I walked through the door and the second cage had this exuberant, tiger stripped dog that was happy with everyone and everything even though he was far to skinny. He was vibrant, beautiful and just happy. I went through the place twice and kept coming back to Momo, I knew it was meant to be. I think he is about 5 or 6 now, I lose track of the years. This guy helped me through one of the worst periods of my life. A few years after I got him I was diagnosed with MS. Having his unconditional love was like still water in a chaotic world. I am looking forward to traveling the paths less followed with this guy.