So, a lot of things happened this 4th of July.
It was not only America’s birthday, but my Mother’s (I won’t tell you which one for fear of death). We got to visit our family, including two of my cousin’s and their families that we haven’t seen in a very long time. It was overall, a very nice day and I was happy to have it off, because this summer already seems like it’s lasting forever when it’s only just begun.
I do remember the days I longed for school to be out and I was free from the academic for a short while. Though, that was before I was an “adult” and being paid to care for other people’s children, instead of someone caring for me. Now I’m actually looking forward to school starting again.
How times change.
Anyway, it was a good day and I was happy to see my family and enjoy good food and a relaxing day.
That is, until we got home.
The dogs had been good, despite it being a long day in the house and us forgetting to put the trashcan out of reach, which I’m sure was a temptation beyond all temptations. We let them out to do their business for a while and when it was time for dinner, we discovered something was amiss.
Luka and Mystic were gone.
Apparently, someone had come into the backyard during the day and left the gate open, which of course gave the dogs the opportunity to run away. Before I go off on a rant about inconsiderate boobs, let me tell you something that will shock you.
Luka came back.
Let me allow that to sink in for a moment.
Are you scraping your mouth up off the floor? I was. Mom wants everyone to think that he wanted to be good and came back for that, but in all honesty. He hadn’t been fed yet. It was, as we call it at our house, “dog o’clock” and Luka most likely realizing that with his rumbling tummy. Regardless of his motives, I am very proud of him for coming back when he could have easily run and been in danger of being hit by a car. He was a good boy, albeit motivated, boy.
Mystic on the other hand, didn’t seem to care it was Dog o’clock, one way or another and headed for the hills. Although generally she’s a very good dog, she’s spent so much time going from family to family to family her training has been limited. When the opportunity to explore arose, she took it. It was just a horrible day for it to happen. She had already been gone for half an hour and could be anywhere. All of us piled into our cars and spent over an hour searching our neighborhood. I, of course, was in tears most of that time, thinking about all the things that might happen to her. She’s afraid of loud noises and raised voices, which—it’s the 4th of July. That’s pretty much all that happens. I was afraid that she would get scared and run into traffic and that I would find her lying in the street. I’ve also heard stories of cretins stealing people’s dogs right out of their backyards and using them in dog fighting rings. Mystic might look and feel like a tank—but she wouldn’t hurt a fly. I can’t even imagine her going through something like that and so the thought made me twice as worried. I had been around our neighborhood what felt like six hundred times and frustration was beginning to set in. I decided one more time around the elementary school and then I would just have to go home and see if I could leave a message for the animal shelter. So I head back that way and guess who comes a derp, derping up the street?
My darling tank of a dog.
I threw open the door and hollered at her to get in the car, to which she obliged and we finally got to go home. And I had to fix my make-up. She did what I figured she was going to do, head for a playground. She loves kids and people, but I wasn’t sure of her patterns since she hasn’t been with us that long and she hasn’t run since we got her.
I just want to say, I’m used to having to track down dogs. It’s not the first time someone has wandered away and it’s not the first time it’s made me have a meltdown. However, someone was in our yard. I don’t know if they were there to steal something or simply back there to find a lost golf-ball but either way—thanks for being a jerk; because of you, I spent an hour of my life looking for my dog and wondering if she was going to be ok.
I’m really just happy she’s home and I guess she was too. She’s been very snuggly with me since then, which is unusual since she usually sticks with Dad, but she came upstairs to my room and snuggled with me while I watched a movie and has followed me around like we’re attached. I kind of love it, I’m just afraid it won’t last now that she’s not in danger of becoming a pancake.
And yes, I purchased them all new ID tags. they should be coming shortly.
The rest of the week was filled with work and boringness. That’s ok. I can’t take more than that.
Until the next crisis,