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The Great Escape

Michael’s best friend comes over every other week to drink, hang out, and just have a good time. It’s always just the two of them while I sleep upstairs, buried under dogs. When his friend still lived in town, he’d leaved through the back gate of our fenced in yard, until one day he didn’t quite shut the gate. Michael woke me up at 2:30 am saying that all the dogs were gone. It’s was the puppies one year birthday exactly. I freaked. Though they were vacinated, none of them had collars, not even ID tags.

The older dogs, the girls Maggie and Baby, you could see from the house, sniffing around the neighbors trees. One yell and they came trotting back home like nothing had been wrong, “What momma? The gate was open.” The boys, however, were no where to be seen. They’d been out for an hour.

I jumped in the car and drove in the direction that Michael’s friend would have walked home, thinking maybe the boys had tried to follow him or his scent. I drove slow, really slow. About half way there, I thought I saw a dog in the center of a side road I passed but by the time I’d reversed to check it out, the figure was gone and I convinced myself it was my wishful imagination. Finishing the drive past the friends house, I went back the same way I’d come. What if that figure really was one of my dogs?!? I couldn’t just let it go. Right where I’d seen it last time, there it was, the shadowy figure of a dog but it was too dark to tell which one it was.

I pulled over and called both names. Nothing, and when I’d start to get close, the shadowy dog would skitter away. After about 15 minutes of chasing a dog, I finally got a glimpse of white reflecting the moon, it was Paulie. I went for him again, but he was terrified and not coming anywhere near me. I watched as he darted under a bush and an idea hit me. I plopped down on the curb and waited, continuing to gently call his name, my back to where I knew he was. Eventually I heard the soft shuffling and I carefully turned to look, he was coming towards me, crawling across the ground on his tummy, shaking. I turned back and continued to talk to him until I felt his nose bump into my rear. Reaching back I petted him, told him he was a good boy, then scooped him up and carried the already large dog to the car. He sat in the front see just like this –Β As though he couldn’t be more happy than to just sit in the car, relaxing after a long scary night all alone. My only question now was, where was his brother?

I called the pound and the local dispatch to report Puss missing since it was becoming daylight. I continued to look for him but never found him. Animal control called, saying they’d had a report of two boxers running around on the other side of our 15,000 population city. No way that was him, he was alone.

It poured rain, I cried. The sun came back out, I calmed down a little but was still worried about my boy. We didn’t find Puss right away. In fact, we didn’t find Puss until my husband Michael went to work that night at 5 o’clock. All the way on the other side of town, right where the pound had said he was, apparently Puss had found a friend during his escapade.

Michael pulled the car over at seeing my boy Puss drinking water still in the gutter from the rain that morning. One word – Puss – was all it took for my perky puppy to come running to his owner. So unlike his brother! Puss had loved his day of adventure and to this day I don’t know what he did or how he survived crossing one of the busiest streets in town with out getting hit.

That day I bought all four of them collars and some very cool personalized doggie tags off Ebay’s King Pet Tags – They are really cool and I got ALL of my information on them including full address and phone number. πŸ™‚ So the Boy’s birthday present? Their very own great adventure, I don’t plan on letting them have another πŸ™‚ I don’t think Paulie would want one!

Comments on: "The Great Escape" (6)

  1. Do they microchip pets where you live? A lot of folks seem to be doing that these days from what I’ve heard. Dogs aren’t as adept at slipping out of collars as cats can sometimes be, but it might be another assurance if they ever get out so they can be brought home again fairly quickly.

    • We’ve looked into it and so far, from what we were told, the chips aren’t like GPS meaning they can’t tell you where your pet is. It’s simply a registered numbered chip that has to be scanned and reported by a vet or animal control person in order to find your animal. There may be other kinds out there but that’s all we’ve been offered where we live and that wouldn’t really do us any good if the person who finds the dog doesn’t take it in to see a vet.

      If we could get a GPS for my dogs, I would! πŸ™‚ So much less embarrassing than driving around with a squeaky toy yelling “Paulie! Puss!” lol

      • Maybe get them iPhone collars? It would be like the Saint Bernards that have a little keg of rum hanging around their neck. Only, it would be iPhones. And the GPS locator would let you know where they are. And you could leave Siri turned on so the dogs can have unusual conversations with Siri!

      • LOL that is a brilliant idea! I can hear her voice now – “from now on I’ll call you ruff” hehe

  2. That was a scary experience! You must have been so relieved… Like Matthew the first thing I thought about was an active GPS tag. Tracking an errant dog on your mobile phone has to be better than driving round with only a vague sense of hope for several hours.

    I’m really glad you found them all unharmed (if a little scared in Paulie’s case).

  3. Oooooohhhhh just found this:

    If I had a dog, I think it would be something I’d invest in especailly with a microchip and all the visible gubbins.

    So pleased it turned out positively for you.

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