||[Feb. 24th, 2008|10:24 pm]
We inherited Sean's dog Bear, a Beagle-Basset mix that I've become very fond of.|
I was out on the front porch and heard a dog barking a few blocks away. I thought it sounded like Bear, who has a knack for escaping our back yard, so I went looking for him with a leash. When I got close to where I thought it sounded like where it was, the barking stopped.
I went home, and Melissa went out looking in the car. I set out again on foot, this time yelling his name, and he seemed to be barking in response, which made it easier to figure out where he was. I cut through some back yards and finally could see him -- not easy with 2 feet of snow on the ground. When I spotted him, he spotted me and started going a little nuts. I hopped a few fences to get to where he was and got him out.
Someone a few blocks away had put a leash on him and shut him up in their back yard. Then, as near I could tell, they went away. Fucking weird. But we got him home so all's well that ends well.
What surprised me was how desperate I felt about him being missing in action. I never thought I would be a dog person, but, well, we now have 3 dogs, and dogs are interesting, and no human being will ever be as happy to see me as a dog will.
I was also surprised that I heard a bark from 3 blocks away and I knew it was him, and I knew he was somehow trapped where he was. It was a "What's that Lassie? Timmy's down a well?" moments.