I spent the better part
of my day trying not to worry for 2 dogs who decided to take their romp time to
a whole new (daytime) level.
Last night, exhausted
and trying to get Hix back in the pen, I decided what the heck, he could stay
inside with his mama. For whatever reason, I never had to housebreak Rosey; and
odder yet, Hix inherited that trait. So everything was going fine until around
5 am when I heard a strange crunching sound (i.e. something you didn’t want
chewed on getting chewed on. ”Approved” sounds would include licking, slurping
and snoring. So familiar are these that a crunch or a crack coming from
downstairs could not be good.) I flip on the lights only to discover how close my
work satchel came to being a dog toy. (Fortunately, I’m a light sleeper when it
comes to odd sounds and I heard it before the dog ate my homework.)
Given it was 5 am (and
I was too tired to figure whatever else might look like fun to a dog such as
Hix) I tossed ‘em both out, thinking they’d hang on the porch til the rest of
us woke up and I could fix breakfast. (Then again, I wasn’t thinking like Hix.)
Free to roam about the country, he took off, and for reasons that aren’t her
usual self, Rosey took off with him, and “off” they stayed for the better part
of the day.
As a child (when my
dogs would roam and I’d be scared to death) my dad used to say, “They’ll come
back when they’re hungry…” which as it turns out, is solid advice, even today,
(though I did pull in the drive on one neighbor down the lane thinking I’d
spotted Rosey, only to find the face did not match the body parts…Seems there
are a whole lotta Rose-looking dogs on this lane!)
On my return drive home from
afternoon meetings it dawned on me I had
had Rosey “chipped” with that little spay operation (really should get that
thing registered). But thankfully, both big headed dogs were lying faithfully
at my doorstep by the time I pulled in.
Gathering groceries and
Goodwill toys (intended for my good-willed two that remained properly in their
pen, namely TJ and Rosebud) I made my way up the stairs to see to waggy-tailed,
lanky dogs giving it their best “We’re so hungry…Where’ve you been?” look.
Not knowing whether to
fuss at them or love them, my fear gave way to relief as I reheated their
breakfast bowls while hitting my knees to thank them (and God) for their safe
return.
(From now on, it’s
registered chips and updated tags for all my babies!)
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