One time, last Monday, there was a dog named Cooper. He was everything a dog should be: loyal, cheerful, adventurous. He had become the official mascot of the Heritage crew, making himself at home in the shop and in the barn, keeping everybody chipper and honest and on their toes.
But Monday, he got lost. Really lost. And it was a super cold Wisconsin winter day, and it was getting dark. A search began immediately, but nothing doing. Started up again at dawn, but still no Cooper. By mid-morning, after a whole ton of searching and no new tracks, no barks, nothing, we were beginning to think we had really lost old Cooper. The crew was emotional. “Well, he had a good run,” someone said. I mean, it got that bad. No one was okay.
Then, in the nick of time, Piper got involved. Who better to find a lost dog than Cooper’s best dog buddy?!
Piper got to task. She ran around and sniffed and searched, never wavering, never giving up. After a good hour she found Cooper a half mile off in a deep hole under an old fallen down barn roof (where else?!). He must have gone after something with true Cooper tenacity and then went and got himself good and stuck.
The Heritage crew rallied around to help dig him out. We used chainsaws and a skid loader, tin snips, and all our Heritage power to get him out. Man, but he was down in there deep.
But we knew no matter how long it took, no matter what we had to do, we were going to get him out.
That’s how it is up here. Folks look out for each other. They go the distance to help a friend, and they do that together. That’s Wisconsin. That’s Heritage.
Cooper’s back and as good as gold, and he’s not hating all the attention.