Poor lost dog
Oct. 22nd, 2013 10:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fbhjrYesterday while I was sitting at my desk I saw a dog come charging down the
hill, run across the lawn in front of my window and into the woods in the
direction of the major road near us.
The dog was trailing a leash and running at a full out charge down the
hill. It was out of sight too fast for me to get a photo, much less try
and slow it down.
Half an hour later, a woman was out walking around the lawn calling out a
name. I opened the door and told her which way the dog had run and she
went off that way.
She came back alter and talked with our receptionist.
I guess she had been bringing three dogs to the groomer and one of them
particularly hated going. That one broke free and was the one I saw
charging away.
Through the day, she came back several times to look for the dog. Once
with another dog, I guess in the hopes it would help attract the missing
one.
This morning there was another woman on the lawn calling out the same name.
So, I assume the dog was not found yesterday.
I feel particularly sorry for this little lost dog because 40 years ago I
had my dog run away.
Well, I was told it ran away. I’ve always had my doubts about that, but I
still lost a dog.*
So, I keep remembering how sad I was back when I was 10 and how I thought
of my dog alone in the dark cold night.
My like my dog all those years ago, I hope that if the dog didn’t make it
home it at least is found by someone nice to takes care of it.
*My father, who never liked the dog in question offered to take him for a
walk to the supermarket. This was the only time my father ever offered to
walk the dog. And, him going to the supermarket was also very rare.
When he came home, the dog was gone. He told me he tied it to the post
outside the store and when he came out the dog was gone.
The dog he hated. That he took for a walk to a place he almost never went.
Yeah, I don’t think the dog ran off either…
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Date: 2013-10-22 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-22 06:06 pm (UTC)(Despite two marriages, three children and all other assorted happy days.)
I'd like to think my father turned the dog over to someone he knew who wanted a dog. Not that he arranged to meet the vet and have the dog put down.
But, that's probably wishful thinking.
I should also mention this was only two weeks after the dog got out of his pen while we were all away for the day and pooped on my mother's bathroom carpet.
My mother did drive me around to look for the dog. But, she was always willing to do things to support her lies.
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Date: 2013-10-22 09:06 pm (UTC)I'm sorry this sort of thing happened to you as well.
And I hope the freaked out dog is found.
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Date: 2013-10-23 02:39 pm (UTC)I hope the lost dog is found by a good and responsible person and it is returned back to its home soon.
I am often amazed at how well you turned out despite the hideous behavior of those that brought you into this world. It gives me hope that there are those who can rise above such adversity and be much greater than the sum of what was put into them. Or may be it is simply that even a lousy potter can sometimes produce a masterpiece, even if only be accident.
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Date: 2013-10-23 07:27 pm (UTC)We had a situation sort of like that as kids, where TWO of our cats 'disappeared' at the exact same time (???!!!) -- one male and one female. I've always wondered if they were 'helped' to go away. But one thing for sure: Having them put down by a vet would never have happened! Mom and Dad would never have spent the $$$ on that...
I feel so bad about your dog... Poor little boy... (And still hurting...)
Marilyn and I love you, Frank. Hang in there.
(hugs)