okay, so the dog wasn't mine and she wasn't very little either, but she was gone. last week, during "manic hispanic" days at Handyman's, i thot i would take the boys out to the park. the boys meaning the dogs. okay, so back up. this was not completely my idea. when HM went to work that morning, he said, "why don't you take the boys out to the park today. they're probably getting restless with all the people around". i ask you, what the hell would you think he was talking about? we have no children. we always refer to our dogs as "the boys". i've taken them to the park before. no biggie. what i didn't know is the boys he was referring to, were not our boys but the human boys. he meant take the kids out to the park. the KIDS. he didn't say that. another reason not to jack with me in the morning.
that being said... i was taking "the boys" and three of the kids out to the park. in the truck, i had ringo, roscoe, henry, princess-precious (we were dog-sitting HM's mom's dog), shaggy, the princess, honey bunny and brother in law. on our way to the park, the dogs are happy cuz they know they're going to the park. my boys are happy... i'm talkin' tongues out, drool slobbering, tail waggin' happy. they're going to the park!
so, on the way, in a moving vehicle, princess-precious (yes, that's her real name), jumps out! i freak. i stop. BIL jumps out and goes after her. i turn the truck around and start chasing. princess-precious is not stopping. she's a runner. she goes back two blocks, then over two blocks. she starts sniffing around this one house so i put the truck in park and get out to get her. she takes off again. i get back in the truck and at the 4-way, lose her. i pick up BIL and start back down the street. we go in circles, we go down the last street i saw her on, we go around the whole neighborhood.
time to call for reinforcements. i called HM at work, which i was very reluctant to do. BIL kept telling me to hold off because he knew i'd be in major trouble and he was positive we would find her. HM called E.T. she and billy came out to help look. after about an hour and a half, shaggy was asleep and princess & honey bunny were still keeping their eyes sharp. i called their moms to come get them so i could keep looking. after three hours, there was still no sign of princess-precious. i was bawling. BIL was trying to keep me positive.
E.T. was my saviour. after she helped with the search, she went home to make posters. this woman is all that when it comes to saving animals. she made a bunch of posters and even put them in plastic sheets so the ink wouldn't run. mind you, hurricane rita was on it's way the next day. so, HM and i took one side of the neighborhood. billy at E.T. took the other side. i'd say we hung about 30-40 posters. HM was so good. i knew he was upset with me but he didn't get angry. he only let me know that i would no longer be his mother's favorite. just last week she was telling him that i was her "friend". yes, she said that. with no prompting. he said it just came out of the blue.
back to the story... i lost princess-precious on thursday, storm came on friday, no electricity for half the day saturday and sunday i came home. HM called me sunday evening. he got a call. he told me not to get excited yet but he was on his way to pick up E.T. and they were going to the address given. IT WAS PRINCESS-PRECIOUS!! he said she was so excited. she was wagging her tail all crazy-like.
he said she was a little beat up and needs a trip to the vet. apparently, a woman found her trying to climb her way out of the bayou. she got her out and took her home. her family and princess-precious waited out the storm downtown. i guess they saw the posters when they came home. what kills me is that she found her in a place we had looked numerous times! numerous!
the story has a happy ending. i talked to mamalane yesterday and she said she felt sorry for me that i had to go thru that horrible ordeal. inside, i know she was really saying, "you're a horrible bitch and i never want you around my dog again"! seriously, i could feel it. papatom also said that he was just glad it all had a happy ending. inside, he was saying, "no dog for you! one year!" i told HM about the conversation with his mother. i tried to play it in my favor, without his knowledge. i told him she said she never wanted to see me again and i was never allowed to any family function in the future. i thot he almost bought it. he didn't.
moral of the story: keep your bitches in the backyard. much safer.
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