You go out there and you find that f***ing dog!
This past weekend was good - I went to the National's game Friday and tailgated/grilled before and during the game and had the mandatory margaritas. Saturday I went on the Billy Goat Trail along the C&O Canal. Nothing is more fun than scrambling over rocks on a beautiful, sunshiney day. Sunday I went with my parent's to see their new townhouse on the eastern shore when disaster struck:
My parent's dog, MY DOG, had gotten out of their yard and was no where to be found. 4 hours I ran around our neighborhood, the surrounding neighborhoods and the farm (part of the Department of Agriculture) looking for her. To no avail. And the vet and the pound were both closed for the day. We could only hope that someone had picked her up.
Seeing as she'll turn 13 this upcoming July, she's starting to go both blind and deaf. I was terrified that she couldn't find her way back and was stuck in the woods alone, wet (it was raining that night), hungry, cold and scared. I had to take a lorazipan that night to get to sleep.
Monday morning dawns and my parents double check with the vet and the pound and nothing...then at 11am, while I was waiting at my eye doctor's, I get the call from my mother. The pound had her. She had been picked up the day before and was fine.
I went with my dad to spring her out of jail and she was ecstatic to see us and was pulling toward the door, clearly trying to say, "Take me home!" So we did just that. She's being a bit mopey (my mom thinks she's traumatized), but otherwise unscathed from her adventure.
I can't even explain the relief I feel.
My parent's dog, MY DOG, had gotten out of their yard and was no where to be found. 4 hours I ran around our neighborhood, the surrounding neighborhoods and the farm (part of the Department of Agriculture) looking for her. To no avail. And the vet and the pound were both closed for the day. We could only hope that someone had picked her up.
Seeing as she'll turn 13 this upcoming July, she's starting to go both blind and deaf. I was terrified that she couldn't find her way back and was stuck in the woods alone, wet (it was raining that night), hungry, cold and scared. I had to take a lorazipan that night to get to sleep.
Monday morning dawns and my parents double check with the vet and the pound and nothing...then at 11am, while I was waiting at my eye doctor's, I get the call from my mother. The pound had her. She had been picked up the day before and was fine.
I went with my dad to spring her out of jail and she was ecstatic to see us and was pulling toward the door, clearly trying to say, "Take me home!" So we did just that. She's being a bit mopey (my mom thinks she's traumatized), but otherwise unscathed from her adventure.
I can't even explain the relief I feel.