A midnight journey.
So, last night, much to my dismay, I exit the living room to find the front door screen wide open. "Oh shit," I say, "Where's the dog!?"
I go to find her around the house, she is not there.
I immediately go out searching. It's hard to search late at night for a dog whose about 95% deaf and doesn't know the way back home because she's new to the neighborhood. Ben helps me look in his truck. About 10 minutes later, he comes back, I keep looking around the neighborhood for about another hour and a half. Up and down the entirety of the street, over and over, calling her name pretty much pointlessly, looking through the fields and down the face of the big mountain we live on and etc etc.
Finally, with a heavy heart and a sad concious (can't spell...), I give up my search. "She's gone," I say to myself, and realize that there's no way she's gonna find her way back after the entire night. She'll forget after that many hours, and she definately won't be able to back track. I come to the realization that, after 14 years, this is how me and Copper the dog, my little lady, part ways.
I wake up the next morning, immediately saddened by the fact that my dog isn't laying at the feet of my bed as normal. I go about my normal day, kicking myself for leaving the fucking door open. I can't even blame it on being drunk, because I was sober. That's what I get fer wasting a perfectly good Monday night with sobriety!! I drive to work, looking for a roadkill puppy-puddle, considering how close we live to highway 69.
Then, at work, my dad calls me! Someone found the dog, and called our house number listed on her collar! I call the dude back, and race to the house to pick her up. She must have made it 2 miles at least. I was very lucky, she was found running around the backyard with two big rotweilers. My dog is not one to get along with other dogs, I can't believe they didn't fight and rip her apart. On top of it, it was a little girl who found her. It's a damn good thing the dog didn't bite the girl, what a mess that woulda been.
I pick up my dog; they had given her food because she was so hungry and looked scared. I gave the little girl 25 bucks for taking such good care of her, and take her home (the dog, not the girl). She's right now asleep on my bed, taking up way more of it than she should be allowed to, like she does every night. I am relieved.
I go to find her around the house, she is not there.
I immediately go out searching. It's hard to search late at night for a dog whose about 95% deaf and doesn't know the way back home because she's new to the neighborhood. Ben helps me look in his truck. About 10 minutes later, he comes back, I keep looking around the neighborhood for about another hour and a half. Up and down the entirety of the street, over and over, calling her name pretty much pointlessly, looking through the fields and down the face of the big mountain we live on and etc etc.
Finally, with a heavy heart and a sad concious (can't spell...), I give up my search. "She's gone," I say to myself, and realize that there's no way she's gonna find her way back after the entire night. She'll forget after that many hours, and she definately won't be able to back track. I come to the realization that, after 14 years, this is how me and Copper the dog, my little lady, part ways.
I wake up the next morning, immediately saddened by the fact that my dog isn't laying at the feet of my bed as normal. I go about my normal day, kicking myself for leaving the fucking door open. I can't even blame it on being drunk, because I was sober. That's what I get fer wasting a perfectly good Monday night with sobriety!! I drive to work, looking for a roadkill puppy-puddle, considering how close we live to highway 69.
Then, at work, my dad calls me! Someone found the dog, and called our house number listed on her collar! I call the dude back, and race to the house to pick her up. She must have made it 2 miles at least. I was very lucky, she was found running around the backyard with two big rotweilers. My dog is not one to get along with other dogs, I can't believe they didn't fight and rip her apart. On top of it, it was a little girl who found her. It's a damn good thing the dog didn't bite the girl, what a mess that woulda been.
I pick up my dog; they had given her food because she was so hungry and looked scared. I gave the little girl 25 bucks for taking such good care of her, and take her home (the dog, not the girl). She's right now asleep on my bed, taking up way more of it than she should be allowed to, like she does every night. I am relieved.