I have been called a handful of things over my 35 years, but I think a new name has found me: 'lost dog women'
so, I was taking the dogs for our usual walk tonight and just as we were rounding the back side of our walk, a dog runs across the street and then stops to look at my boys. As you well know my boys were having none of a dog just standing in front of them, they started to go nuts. The dog backed up, but my boys still wanted to 'see him'. As I was dragging the boys to move on, I saw that the dog had a collar, but I kept moving, I wouldn't chance Brody getting too near. As I moved down the street, a wave of guilt came over me--another lost dog. Sigh. I was coming up to Danny's house and I told myself that if he was home, I would see if he could watch the boys while I went back to see if I could find that dog. Danny's house was dark, but he was home. So, I ring the door bell, he comes to the door with a shocked look on his face. I explain to him what is going on, ask him if I can leave the boys in his backyard, borrow a flashlight, I take Brody's leash and set out to find this dog.
I hightail it back to where the dog was. I'm whistling and making kissing sounds trying to weed him out. No luck. I go further down the street, and I find him... he was safely back behind an iron fence, he had just gotten out of his yard, his mommy and daddy found him. As I walk back to Danny's house, I feel good about going back after the dog, there was no way I would have been able to sleep tonight if I knew I had left that dog out there. I arrive back at Danny's, I collect my dogs and I continue my walk...
so, I was taking the dogs for our usual walk tonight and just as we were rounding the back side of our walk, a dog runs across the street and then stops to look at my boys. As you well know my boys were having none of a dog just standing in front of them, they started to go nuts. The dog backed up, but my boys still wanted to 'see him'. As I was dragging the boys to move on, I saw that the dog had a collar, but I kept moving, I wouldn't chance Brody getting too near. As I moved down the street, a wave of guilt came over me--another lost dog. Sigh. I was coming up to Danny's house and I told myself that if he was home, I would see if he could watch the boys while I went back to see if I could find that dog. Danny's house was dark, but he was home. So, I ring the door bell, he comes to the door with a shocked look on his face. I explain to him what is going on, ask him if I can leave the boys in his backyard, borrow a flashlight, I take Brody's leash and set out to find this dog.
I hightail it back to where the dog was. I'm whistling and making kissing sounds trying to weed him out. No luck. I go further down the street, and I find him... he was safely back behind an iron fence, he had just gotten out of his yard, his mommy and daddy found him. As I walk back to Danny's house, I feel good about going back after the dog, there was no way I would have been able to sleep tonight if I knew I had left that dog out there. I arrive back at Danny's, I collect my dogs and I continue my walk...
January 30, 2009 at 9:01 AM
You know you interrupted him "nerding out" on a database. I'd bet 10 bucks on it.
There's always dogs loose on that back road over there. Dogs and kids, actually. But good for you for figuring out the safest way to make sure the dog was okay.