When Maddee arrived to help search for Ali and Sammie, the girls had been missing for five hours. Frantic volunteers were shouting. The helicopter overhead made it almost impossible to hear. People were slipping and falling along the muddy trails.
But Maddee was unfazed. Right away, Varney says, she was ready to run.
Off Maddee went, nose to the ground, zigzagging through the mud, trying to pick up the correct scents. She ran up and down hills, jumped over roots, and crossed two streams. Varney’s husband was there too, and at first they tried to keep Maddee on her leash.
“But finally, I let her go free on the trail,” says Varney.
Two hours into their search, Maddee and the Varneys were heading up a hill when suddenly, “Maddee wanted to leave the trail and head downhill,” says Varney.
The brush was very thick, and the only light Varney had was from the headlamps she and her husband wore.
But she had a feeling that they were close.
“Ali! Sammie!” Varney called.
At first it was hard to hear.
Then two voices rose out of the darkness.
“Over here! Over here!”
A few minutes later came Maddee’s barks.
She had found them.
The girls were huddled together—cold, wet, and frightened, but unhurt.
It turned out that Sammie and Ali had lost the trail and become disoriented, walking in circles until they stopped and hunkered down under some trees. At one point, they felt certain a large animal was nearby. “There was something out there looking at us,” Sammie remembers.
As the hours crept by, all the girls could do was hope someone would find them. Little did they imagine that the someone would be a golden retriever.
An hour after Maddee found them, the girls were reunited with their overjoyed families. “When I saw my mom,” says Sammie, “I just burst out crying.” The girls were grateful to everyone who had searched for them and eager to put the nightmare behind them.
As for Maddee?
She was soon snug in her bed, awaiting her next mission.