Publisher's Synopsis
Misty the Freeway Foxhound was so named, because it was on a cold misty November morning that she was first sighted. Looking like a discarded old plastic milk jug to passersby, the dog had curled up to sleep in the mud and snow near a lightpost beside a busy interstate highway. Speculation had it that Misty had once been someone's pet. Perhaps they had let her out of the car at the interchange truck stop and she'd wandered off? Since she wasn't wearing a collar with a name tag, maybe she'd been dumped there deliberately? When her story made the local newspapers, one man immediately came forward and insisted the dog's real name was Patsy Cline. He said that his initials had been tattooed inside both her ears. The man further contended that Patsy had never returned home from the last fox hunt they'd been on. A supposed second owner also claimed to have lost Misty while on a fox hunt. He said she had been called Patches. Whatever her real name was, everyone felt sorry for the handsome looking hound with tan ears and a big brown spot on her side. Many people carried food and water to her, but no one ever got close enough to touch her. Several people attempted to capture Misty, but she always managed to "outfox them", so to speak. She'd lie in one place, then quickly dart away from anyone she felt came too close. As time went by, one thing became perfectly clear. This dog had made a spot near the interstate her home and she had no intention of leaving until her master returned for her. Sadly for Misty, that day never came. This book is not just a story about an old man and a dog, or a lost dog living near an interstate. It explores the phenomenon of unconditional love that flows both ways between human beings and their animal companions. Whether you are a young or a young-at-heart reader, "Misty the Freeway Foxhound" is bound to touch you in some way.
