These sweet little towns: Miracle Cure at The Commerce Street Grill

You never know what the road is gonna serve up

After lunch in Sundance, Wyoming, Barkley had a pee in the park and seemed just fine.  (stay with us it gets better.)

After we crossed the Missouri river Kathryn had a hunch about Plankinton, South Dakota, and we pulled off the highway.  Look closely and you'll see the last of the wedding party carrying on behind the Ponderosa. 

 

So we pulled up in front of the Commerce Street Grill.  A place you might miss walking down the street. And is worth, in the words of the Guide Michelin, a journey.

Barkley commenced to shake, cough, and gasp for air.  (The little dog had disappeared from our locked hotel in the morning (still a mystery how he got out) and who knows what happened.)

This coughing and shaking goes on for a long and worrying while. Siezure, burr up his nose, cardiac event. Dr. Quack is no use at all.

A lanky 6'6" cowboy, looks like a former tight end, strolls over, kneels over Barkley and places his fingers on the dog's spine, just above and below the dog's shoulders and Barkley is transformed. Cured.  Happy.  Turns out the lanky gent is a BEST chiropractor of a special kind, he owns the restaurant the chef Ted Jude is a former Fairmont group chef and we have a world class dinner with fine wine.

After dinner Barkley had a stroll in the empty lot next door and we were all just fine