Boo is missing
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Thanks all. The weather has been atrocious this weekend, but at least there is zero doubt that Boo has more water than she needs. It is sleeting right now.
No news since the last post. ~265 street flyers hung, ~200 mailbox flyers passed out... we have 80 more laminated flyers to hang. Our laminator and staple gun have been put to the test. Every time we go out for an extended period we find a flyer on the ground or hanging precariously off of a post, but *most* still seem to be firmly affixed to the posts and still pretty watertight/clear to read. The wind is awful as well. But with any luck, if nothing else, the weather will have kept Boo hunkered down in one place.
I pray that she is still in the Crosspointe area and that someone will have both the luck to have seen her and the kindness to call.
I hate this more than anything. Literally my worst nightmare, and I never ever ever ever thought that it would happen to me/Boo. If I could have counted 5 ways that we might "lose" Boo, her actually getting lost would not have made the list. Don't get me wrong - I always felt bad for people whose dogs ran away. But that was them. That was their dog. In my head, their dog was a wanderer or so skittish that it would be terrified of people. Boo isn't that dog so I didn't relate. She has never wandered in the six and a half years that we have had her and we have had countless "oops a gate was open" moments, plus about a year during which time she learned that she could easily jump our old fence before we put the new, taller one in. She used to jump out just to come and sit on the porch.
We've had our share of fireworks, but every other time, when scared, Boo would run towards our door, not away from it. We've had the new fence for a good 2-3 years and a week ago was the first time that she jumped it. I'm not sure what was different about a week ago.
I know I should not be vengeful towards the neighbors. But it kills me to think that while they were celebrating (illegally mind you) over something probably as trivial as a March Madness win, they have broken my heart and caused my family (not to mention Boo) countless hours of distress and hundreds of dollars. I want to forgive them. I know it's bad for me to be angry - not to mention probably bad karma - but at the same time I hope that they feel guilty every time they see a flyer. Why did my dog run away, while theirs is still probably snoozing on their couch as we speak? Just why?
I am 99.5% sure that Boo is not not trying to come home. As much as I hope to god she will just show back up on our doorstep, I'm pretty sure if she had it her way, she would have been back on our doorstep as soon as she finished panicking on Saturday night 3/22. I think she is truly lost and doesn't know how to get home. She is not a wanderer. It is not her way.
Now I wait, pray for a call, hang a few more flyers, and attempt to get my hands on a wildlife motion sensing camera in the hopes that if she is sighted again, but not caught, we'll be able to set up a feeding station/camera.
Hug your dogs everyone. And please please do not assume that this couldn't ever be your dog because of X, Y, or Z... just try to keep them safe. I feel like I'm failing Boo right now.
It doesn't help that my grandparents keep calling and making "helpful" comments like "you've done everything that you can do" and "prepare yourself." Really? Is that really supposed to make me feel better? It never crossed their mind that I might already be dwelling constantly on EVERY LITTLE THING that could have happened to my baby? Prepare myself? Really? I get that Boo is a dog, and I don't have kids so I can't compare. But right now, in this place in time, Boo is my baby. And she is missing.
No news since the last post. ~265 street flyers hung, ~200 mailbox flyers passed out... we have 80 more laminated flyers to hang. Our laminator and staple gun have been put to the test. Every time we go out for an extended period we find a flyer on the ground or hanging precariously off of a post, but *most* still seem to be firmly affixed to the posts and still pretty watertight/clear to read. The wind is awful as well. But with any luck, if nothing else, the weather will have kept Boo hunkered down in one place.
I pray that she is still in the Crosspointe area and that someone will have both the luck to have seen her and the kindness to call.
I hate this more than anything. Literally my worst nightmare, and I never ever ever ever thought that it would happen to me/Boo. If I could have counted 5 ways that we might "lose" Boo, her actually getting lost would not have made the list. Don't get me wrong - I always felt bad for people whose dogs ran away. But that was them. That was their dog. In my head, their dog was a wanderer or so skittish that it would be terrified of people. Boo isn't that dog so I didn't relate. She has never wandered in the six and a half years that we have had her and we have had countless "oops a gate was open" moments, plus about a year during which time she learned that she could easily jump our old fence before we put the new, taller one in. She used to jump out just to come and sit on the porch.
We've had our share of fireworks, but every other time, when scared, Boo would run towards our door, not away from it. We've had the new fence for a good 2-3 years and a week ago was the first time that she jumped it. I'm not sure what was different about a week ago. I know I should not be vengeful towards the neighbors. But it kills me to think that while they were celebrating (illegally mind you) over something probably as trivial as a March Madness win, they have broken my heart and caused my family (not to mention Boo) countless hours of distress and hundreds of dollars. I want to forgive them. I know it's bad for me to be angry - not to mention probably bad karma - but at the same time I hope that they feel guilty every time they see a flyer. Why did my dog run away, while theirs is still probably snoozing on their couch as we speak? Just why?
I am 99.5% sure that Boo is not not trying to come home. As much as I hope to god she will just show back up on our doorstep, I'm pretty sure if she had it her way, she would have been back on our doorstep as soon as she finished panicking on Saturday night 3/22. I think she is truly lost and doesn't know how to get home. She is not a wanderer. It is not her way.
Now I wait, pray for a call, hang a few more flyers, and attempt to get my hands on a wildlife motion sensing camera in the hopes that if she is sighted again, but not caught, we'll be able to set up a feeding station/camera.
Hug your dogs everyone. And please please do not assume that this couldn't ever be your dog because of X, Y, or Z... just try to keep them safe. I feel like I'm failing Boo right now.
It doesn't help that my grandparents keep calling and making "helpful" comments like "you've done everything that you can do" and "prepare yourself." Really? Is that really supposed to make me feel better? It never crossed their mind that I might already be dwelling constantly on EVERY LITTLE THING that could have happened to my baby? Prepare myself? Really? I get that Boo is a dog, and I don't have kids so I can't compare. But right now, in this place in time, Boo is my baby. And she is missing.
If you were closer, I'd let you borrow our wildlife camera. It's hard, I know, we searched for our cat for six weeks before getting her home. Sometimes we went a week without hearing anything and we always seemed to be a day behind her but eventually we caught up. So stay positive!
At least you had a sighting, so that's good. Who knows? The dog walker may see her again, and this time try to get hold of her. Keep checking the area shelters, too, people can be stupid, even though you have signs everywhere. We had someone call to say they saw our cat in their backyard, then tell us they threw rocks at her. Wanted to reach through the phone and strangle them...
At least you had a sighting, so that's good. Who knows? The dog walker may see her again, and this time try to get hold of her. Keep checking the area shelters, too, people can be stupid, even though you have signs everywhere. We had someone call to say they saw our cat in their backyard, then tell us they threw rocks at her. Wanted to reach through the phone and strangle them...
Thanks all. The weather has been atrocious this weekend, but at least there is zero doubt that Boo has more water than she needs. It is sleeting right now.
No news since the last post. ~265 street flyers hung, ~200 mailbox flyers passed out... we have 80 more laminated flyers to hang. Our laminator and staple gun have been put to the test. Every time we go out for an extended period we find a flyer on the ground or hanging precariously off of a post, but *most* still seem to be firmly affixed to the posts and still pretty watertight/clear to read. The wind is awful as well. But with any luck, if nothing else, the weather will have kept Boo hunkered down in one place.
I pray that she is still in the Crosspointe area and that someone will have both the luck to have seen her and the kindness to call.
I hate this more than anything. Literally my worst nightmare, and I never ever ever ever thought that it would happen to me/Boo. If I could have counted 5 ways that we might "lose" Boo, her actually getting lost would not have made the list. Don't get me wrong - I always felt bad for people whose dogs ran away. But that was them. That was their dog. In my head, their dog was a wanderer or so skittish that it would be terrified of people. Boo isn't that dog so I didn't relate. She has never wandered in the six and a half years that we have had her and we have had countless "oops a gate was open" moments, plus about a year during which time she learned that she could easily jump our old fence before we put the new, taller one in. She used to jump out just to come and sit on the porch. We've had our share of fireworks, but every other time, when scared, Boo would run towards our door, not away from it. We've had the new fence for a good 2-3 years and a week ago was the first time that she jumped it. I'm not sure what was different about a week ago.
I know I should not be vengeful towards the neighbors. But it kills me to think that while they were celebrating (illegally mind you) over something probably as trivial as a March Madness win, they have broken my heart and caused my family (not to mention Boo) countless hours of distress and hundreds of dollars. I want to forgive them. I know it's bad for me to be angry - not to mention probably bad karma - but at the same time I hope that they feel guilty every time they see a flyer. Why did my dog run away, while theirs is still probably snoozing on their couch as we speak? Just why?
I am 99.5% sure that Boo is not not trying to come home. As much as I hope to god she will just show back up on our doorstep, I'm pretty sure if she had it her way, she would have been back on our doorstep as soon as she finished panicking on Saturday night 3/22. I think she is truly lost and doesn't know how to get home. She is not a wanderer. It is not her way.
Now I wait, pray for a call, hang a few more flyers, and attempt to get my hands on a wildlife motion sensing camera in the hopes that if she is sighted again, but not caught, we'll be able to set up a feeding station/camera.
Hug your dogs everyone. And please please do not assume that this couldn't ever be your dog because of X, Y, or Z... just try to keep them safe. I feel like I'm failing Boo right now.
It doesn't help that my grandparents keep calling and making "helpful" comments like "you've done everything that you can do" and "prepare yourself." Really? Is that really supposed to make me feel better? It never crossed their mind that I might already be dwelling constantly on EVERY LITTLE THING that could have happened to my baby? Prepare myself? Really? I get that Boo is a dog, and I don't have kids so I can't compare. But right now, in this place in time, Boo is my baby. And she is missing.
No news since the last post. ~265 street flyers hung, ~200 mailbox flyers passed out... we have 80 more laminated flyers to hang. Our laminator and staple gun have been put to the test. Every time we go out for an extended period we find a flyer on the ground or hanging precariously off of a post, but *most* still seem to be firmly affixed to the posts and still pretty watertight/clear to read. The wind is awful as well. But with any luck, if nothing else, the weather will have kept Boo hunkered down in one place.
I pray that she is still in the Crosspointe area and that someone will have both the luck to have seen her and the kindness to call.
I hate this more than anything. Literally my worst nightmare, and I never ever ever ever thought that it would happen to me/Boo. If I could have counted 5 ways that we might "lose" Boo, her actually getting lost would not have made the list. Don't get me wrong - I always felt bad for people whose dogs ran away. But that was them. That was their dog. In my head, their dog was a wanderer or so skittish that it would be terrified of people. Boo isn't that dog so I didn't relate. She has never wandered in the six and a half years that we have had her and we have had countless "oops a gate was open" moments, plus about a year during which time she learned that she could easily jump our old fence before we put the new, taller one in. She used to jump out just to come and sit on the porch.
We've had our share of fireworks, but every other time, when scared, Boo would run towards our door, not away from it. We've had the new fence for a good 2-3 years and a week ago was the first time that she jumped it. I'm not sure what was different about a week ago. I know I should not be vengeful towards the neighbors. But it kills me to think that while they were celebrating (illegally mind you) over something probably as trivial as a March Madness win, they have broken my heart and caused my family (not to mention Boo) countless hours of distress and hundreds of dollars. I want to forgive them. I know it's bad for me to be angry - not to mention probably bad karma - but at the same time I hope that they feel guilty every time they see a flyer. Why did my dog run away, while theirs is still probably snoozing on their couch as we speak? Just why?
I am 99.5% sure that Boo is not not trying to come home. As much as I hope to god she will just show back up on our doorstep, I'm pretty sure if she had it her way, she would have been back on our doorstep as soon as she finished panicking on Saturday night 3/22. I think she is truly lost and doesn't know how to get home. She is not a wanderer. It is not her way.
Now I wait, pray for a call, hang a few more flyers, and attempt to get my hands on a wildlife motion sensing camera in the hopes that if she is sighted again, but not caught, we'll be able to set up a feeding station/camera.
Hug your dogs everyone. And please please do not assume that this couldn't ever be your dog because of X, Y, or Z... just try to keep them safe. I feel like I'm failing Boo right now.
It doesn't help that my grandparents keep calling and making "helpful" comments like "you've done everything that you can do" and "prepare yourself." Really? Is that really supposed to make me feel better? It never crossed their mind that I might already be dwelling constantly on EVERY LITTLE THING that could have happened to my baby? Prepare myself? Really? I get that Boo is a dog, and I don't have kids so I can't compare. But right now, in this place in time, Boo is my baby. And she is missing.
The week Josefina was lost was THE worst week of my life no doubt. I still don't know how exactly she got out because she wasn't a major escape artist. She wasn't one of those dogs who would tried the fence like a velociraptor or anything so I don't know if it was just a hole I didn't see or a gate that wasn't latched quite tightly enough or what.
She also stayed away from people and the place she was found (a storm the night before was literally a quarter mile from our house and property and I walked the whole area every day and night until I was so hoarse I couldn't yell anymore. Then a couple of nights before she was returned to us there was a bad storm and I guess she got desperate and walked up to some ladies who drove her around for two days asking if anyone knew her ... I just feel so fortunate that no one else took her, they didn't even ask us any question
Sending tons of vibes that you find her.
