Let the dogs out into the yard to do their business this morning while I finished getting ready for work. About 15 minutes go by and I walk out into the livingroom to put on my shoes. I walk over to the door to let the dogs in. Abrams barrels inside for his breakfast. Cynder....Cynder? I call her name, no response. Survey the yard. No dog. Call again. No dog.
****.
Text my coworker to let her know I'll be late, grab my shoes and a coat, and head out in to the back yard. No Cynder. However, there is a Cynder sized hole in the fence that was previously blocked by a sheet of metal...which the bad wind we've been having blew away.
Okay. So maybe she is in the neighbor's yard. (We share a fence.) Call her. Nothing. ****.
Walk out to the road and start heading to the sidewalk towards the neighbors. Get to the other side of their house and realize they're fence gate is wide open. Awesome. Keep walking, scanning for a little black dog. Nothing. Keep walking. See a cat just chilling on a driveway. Clearly Cynder is not this way.
Turn around. Start walking back home. The panic at this point is almost choking. What if she left the neighborhood, what if someone picked her up, she's not wearing a collar...panic.
Get to the driveway, see a flash of black three houses down. THANK YOU GOD. I call for her and she stops, perks her ears, tilts her head, gets all excited....and runs away from me. (*face meet palm*) She can apparently not figure out where I'm hollering from. Call again. She comes back into my view, puzzled, looking for me. Call again. Light bulb moment, she sees me! Runs over as happy as a clam, covered in something disgusting.
THANK GOD.
You never realize how much you actually treasure something until you think it's lost. Go hug your dogs and give them all a cookie.
Longest 10 minutes of my life.
****.
Text my coworker to let her know I'll be late, grab my shoes and a coat, and head out in to the back yard. No Cynder. However, there is a Cynder sized hole in the fence that was previously blocked by a sheet of metal...which the bad wind we've been having blew away.
Okay. So maybe she is in the neighbor's yard. (We share a fence.) Call her. Nothing. ****.
Walk out to the road and start heading to the sidewalk towards the neighbors. Get to the other side of their house and realize they're fence gate is wide open. Awesome. Keep walking, scanning for a little black dog. Nothing. Keep walking. See a cat just chilling on a driveway. Clearly Cynder is not this way.
Turn around. Start walking back home. The panic at this point is almost choking. What if she left the neighborhood, what if someone picked her up, she's not wearing a collar...panic.
Get to the driveway, see a flash of black three houses down. THANK YOU GOD. I call for her and she stops, perks her ears, tilts her head, gets all excited....and runs away from me. (*face meet palm*) She can apparently not figure out where I'm hollering from. Call again. She comes back into my view, puzzled, looking for me. Call again. Light bulb moment, she sees me! Runs over as happy as a clam, covered in something disgusting.
THANK GOD.
You never realize how much you actually treasure something until you think it's lost. Go hug your dogs and give them all a cookie.
Longest 10 minutes of my life.