“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”
— Anaïs Nin
The vanishing Lucy Too.. Dog.
I am not writing this to taste the experience once again..I’m writing this only to record it for posterity.
Yesterday was TGB’s 77th birthday and to celebrate it we decided to go to OutBack for dinner...only a 5 minute drive from home.
We felt secure that our new doggie would be OK for the hour or so it took for us to do that.
90 minutes later...when we returned home, There was NO sign of our sweet little Chi-weeny..anywhere.
She had just vanished.
We looked under every bush, checked out all the rooms in the house. Explored under every bed, closet and room for an imaginable hiding places .
NO LUCY!!
I started outside to look in the park thinking that would be a logical place she might head for because that was where other people were...as I started in the direction of the park, I noticed a man and his dog walking towards me from up hill and yelling something.
I turned towards him and when he got close enough, he hollered... “Are you looking for a dog?”
Immediately, I felt a wave of relief flow through me.
When he got close enough, he related the story of a small Chihuahua...stopping traffic on the street that runs by our house and some good samaritans who lived up the street further..who had wrapped it in a towel to take home and search for its owner.
We caught up with these wonderful people
and there she was.. wrapped in a towel..
being pampered with chicken and loving concerns.
A lady whom we had met in the neighborhood.. many years ago had rescued her..after a very long and strenuous capture.
Her name is Karen and I remember her for having a very OLD dog, a long time ago who she would routinely exercise with slow and purposeful walks by our house.
It took awhile but eventually I convinced her and her posse, (3 or 4 small kids 6-10 years old)
of our relationship to Lucy.
We took her home, found the area she squirmed out of (I just couldn’t believe she could get out of such a small opening)
and gave profound homage to the stray dog Gods.
From now on...Lucy goes into her cage when we are out of the house for an undetermined amounts of time. That, or block the doggie door so she can’t escape the house.
Maybe..Both.
WHEW!!
On a more somber note:
The Noodle came home today.
