Art by Mark Fredrickson
A dog named Bobbie wandered the streets. He was lost. He couldn’t find his owners. He was scared and alone.
It was August 1923. About a week earlier, Bobbie had set off on a road trip with his owners, Frank and Elizabeth Brazier. They were driving from their home in Silverton, Oregon, to visit family in Wolcott, Indiana.
Their trip was more than 2,500 miles. Bobbie sat in his seat in the back of the car. He watched mountains and forests speed by.
The Braziers got to Wolcott. They stopped at a gas station. Suddenly, a group of dogs appeared. They growled and barked. They chased Bobbie! He ran away and became lost.
A dog named Bobbie was lost. He walked around the streets. He couldn’t find his owners. He was alone. He was scared.
It was August 1923. Bobbie was Frank and Elizabeth Brazier’s dog. They had started a road trip a week earlier. They left their home in Silverton, Oregon. They were driving to visit family in Wolcott, Indiana.
Their trip was more than 2,500 miles. Bobbie sat in his seat. It was in the back of the car. He watched mountains and forests go by.
The Braziers got to Wolcott. They stopped at a gas station. Suddenly, there was a group of dogs. They growled. They barked. They chased Bobbie! He ran away. Bobbie became lost.
In August of 1923, a dog named Bobbie wandered the streets lost. He couldn’t locate his owners. He was scared and alone.
About a week earlier, Bobbie had departed on a road trip with his owners, Frank and Elizabeth Brazier. They were driving from their home in Silverton, Oregon, to visit family in Wolcott, Indiana.
Their trip was more than 2,500 miles, and Bobbie sat in his seat in the back of the car. He watched mountains and forests speed by.
The Braziers arrived in Wolcott and stopped at a gas station. Suddenly, a group of growling and barking dogs appeared. They chased Bobbie! He ran away and became lost.