We just moved into a new place about a week and a half ago. Over the weekend my dog got loose and ran off but thankfully came back about 30 minutes later. All fine and dandy, and Val's sanity is retained.
So on Monday, my wife thinks "Oh, the dog got loose and came back, so I can just let her out loose." Then, when the dog doesn't come back she doesn't tell me until I get home from work, eight hours later. As in, my dog has been wandering for eight hours and now all of the shelters, the vets, etc are closed so I can't call them. I also can't get any flyers printed out and distributed because it's almost dark.
I take Tuesday off work, print up flyers, pass them out at a ton of mailboxes of places surrounding our house, put them in grocery stores in the two towns near us, at gas stations. I eventually get a call from someone who tells me that he saw her Monday evening near our house, but he didn't know so he didn't stop her. ie, if my wife had told me earlier I could have had a flyer at this guys place, he would have recognized my dog and held onto her for me.
Now it's Wednesday and she's still gone. She means the world to me. For the last year she's been the only comfort I've had, in the dark of night when everything is bleak she's been there for me when it seemed that no one else cared.
I want my doggie back
Val
