Sunday, April 29, 2012

Dogs Again.

So I had pretty much just gone to bed last night when mom came in to tell me that she can't find my dog after letting them outside. Well of course I get up to help her look since usually they get stuck in the garage or another room somehow and we usually spend about an hour looking for Loki before he starts crying cause he's stuck in a room. Well, She-ra's not in the garage, not in the house. She's not in the yard injured or something, or under the shed. So, we hop in the car to prowl the neighborhood. I think I maybe hear her bark (it's very distinctive) but I can't tell where it is and it was so far away. I spend a lot of time convincing mom it's not likely coyotes could drag her over/under the fence, and if they had they'd go after Loki rather than She-ra. She concedes my point after saying we would have heard them tearing her into pieces anyway. Uh...thanks, mom. Thanks for the mental image. Chris kept calling to check up/ offer assistance and I'm struck with both how sweet it is that he wants to drive all the way back to my house to find my dumbass dog at 1:30 in the morning and also how I can't hear if She-ra barks if I'm on the phone. Course at this point I'm trying not to cry cause it's already been like an hour and mom had looked for her about thirty minutes beforehand, well, at least she's microchipped and has her tags on and if someone hits her or something and gives a crap I guess she'll show up at work...yay? And it's two now and I have work at eight. So we head home and check the yard one last time and head to the corner Loki had been barking at when mom had first let them out. Then I see She-ra. In the neighbor's yard. Behind the fence. Behind all the trees and shrubs covering the fence, where she couldn't jump over. Behind the fence with no holes in it. Wtf dog, bark or something, we've only been looking for you for like an hour and a half. Also, how the hell did you get over there? So I went around to the neighbor's yard and opened the gate for her and she proceeded to bolt to the house like a terrified bunny. No, seriously, how'd you get over there?

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