After three days of searching the logging trails, they went into the tiny town of McKinley to have dinner.
When they walked into the restaurant, behind the bar were the two dogs. Both with skunk stench and the shepherd with porcupine quills......
They had wandered up to the bar that day, and the owner, who knew my parents, brought them in and took care of them, expecting my parents to come into town.
Parents had no phone service in their cabin back in the 1970's.....
Yeah...dogs. There was a local Basset Hound, Fred, that wandered a lot..Apparently the smell of a cafe/bar miles away was more than he could resist. He walked miles to get there. Owners had a tag on him, so they got a phone call. The first of many. “Fred’s here. Don’t worry about him.”