We took Freddie up to Glacier Point in Yosemite National Park, and my partner got him to sit still atop a rock and snapped as many photos as he could get. He was safely leashed (I held the other end), so all he had to do was pose. As I watched, I thought of where Freddie had been a year before. He was seized by the BC SPCA Kamloops & District Branch from a puppy mill/hoarder on the British Columbia mainland. When he came home with us, he was thin, terrified, knew nothing of play, feared that his food would be taken from him, sat in a corner and shook. I thought of all the days of loving it had taken to help him trust his new world – he who had never been given reason to trust anything. And here he was, on top of the world, a survivor, a happy, healthy dog who had learned to play, to trust, to love. When Les got this last shot, he stood back and said, “OK, then!” And it was at that point I realized that we were surrounded by tourists. They were no longer looking at the glorious view, but up at Freddie. Cheers broke out, and applause. As well they should. A day he, and we, will never forget.