Dog Shaming

If you are on Facebook with us, you already know that when the boss and I let Nick out  this morning, he immediately took off.

All four of us called and looked, and looked and called, sometimes in relays, sometimes all at once. For hours.

 We called the shelters and called the dog warden and even asked our milk truck driver to keep an eye out on his way down our road.

We walked the old horse pasture. The heifer pasture. The front field. Lawn. Bike path and both sides of the road for a long way in both directions.

We looked under all the porches. Under thousands of bushes. In the pond. In the well. In the creek. In the neighbor's hayfield. In town. In the housing development next-door.

He vanished at about 6 this morning. Sometime around 11:15, while the three of us were in the house charging dead cell phones and grabbing some belated breakfast he magically reappeared. 

Becky looked out the window and shrieked. There he was, the old &^%%$#@.

Right next to the garden pond, looking up at the bird feeder. Hale and hearty, if wet, and certainly much better off than we were after all those soggy, miserable hours of hunting for him.

I want to thank all the nice folks I talked to on the phone this morning, the kind people at both shelters, the dog officer, the good friends who shared my wanted poster, and especially my daughters and husband who willingly and uncomplainingly joined the search. So thank to all of you!