If the best revenge is living well, Dewey will soon be featured on Lifestyles of the Rich and Canine.

Actually he’s in Ahwatukee, but I can assure you he doesn’t know the difference: His Forever Home with his new Dad Kerry beats the carpool lane of State Route 51 by about 16 miles.

He has a swimming pool, a big yard, his very own doggie door, plush parks within walking distance, a nearby duck pond and most importantly, a man who loves him and is committed to giving him a good life.

Kerry is a motorcycle racer. We met him last week at the CCS Southwest Race Series at Firebird International Raceway in Phoenix. Since we had adopted our Winslow from a racer foster-family, I figured we could search among the pits to find some pit-loving souls to take this one in. Unfortunately, as I was trotting our four-legged ambassador of love around, I kept meeting folks who already had one or two or three well-trained dogs at home. Sigh. I gave them my card and told them that we were looking for a good home for Dewey and to please let me or Pat know if any of their friends might be interested. We went back to Pat’s tent to sit in front of the air-cooler and plan our next steps.

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Great news: Our veterinarian Dr. Brown has given Dewey a clean bill of health. His eye infections are clear. His incisions have healed, and he doesn’t seem to miss his missing testicles!

Epic news: Living with his Foster Mom 21.3 miles from the State Route 51 HOV lane, he’s come light years from the bag of scraggly bones Pat saved from certain doom. He’s put on 4 pounds and is beginning to understand that in the civilized world, we eat nutritious food (as opposed to rat carcasses), at regularly scheduled intervals (not catch as catch can) and out of clean bowls (instead of Dumpsters). If he had opposable thumbs, he’d probably know the difference between his salad fork and dessert spoon by now. Even more epic, Dr. Brown thinks he needs to gain only 5 more pounds before his spine disappears into his flanks and he is the picture of studly dogness (at a modest 65 pounds instead of our original maximum guestimate of 80 pounds).

Most Excellent News of Triumphant Awesomeness: You have not missed out on this exclusive opportunity to make Dewey a part of your family!

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An average of 178,000 vehicles travel Arizona State Route 51 between the Loop 202 merge and the McDowell Road on-ramp each day – the majority of those bottleneck southbound around 8 AM mornings and northbound 5 PM afternoons.

On Thursday, August 26 at 5:15 PM, Pat and I inched northward through this broiling slow-and-go toward the carpool lane, which was stop-and-go.

“What the fuck? The carpool lane? Holy shit! It’s a dog!” Pat said, throwing the TrailBlazer SS into park. I mashed on the hazards and crawled across the backseat to open the door.

A white dog with a black eye sat trembling beside the Jersey barrier.

Pat crouched before him, softly calling to him over the bleat of horns and roar of wheels. If I get out of this car, I’m stepping into oncoming traffic, but if he bolts – he’s gonna get hit. Please go to Pat. Please go to Pat. Please go to Pat.

Pat lunged forward, scooped him up and rolled this bag of bones into the backseat. Within seconds we were underway, cruising at 60 miles an hour. I cranked up the air-conditioner and called our veterinarian, Dr. Jeffrey Brown at Scottsdale Ranch Animal Hospital. He agreed to stay late to see the dog.

A dog doesn’t end up in the middle of one of the busiest freeways in Phoenix at rush hour because his owner took a wrong turn on the way to Bible study.

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