We
took a short morning walk and then settled down for quiet time. The dogs took
naps and I read. Mid-morning, I disposed of our recycling on my way to Jo-Ann’s
for black pearl cotton. My main project of the day, however, was to finish a
chapter for our study session tomorrow.
The
dogs began to suggest a walk about 1:30. That’s a little too early to qualify
for the pre-supper walk, but I took them anyway. It seemed tedious – one of those
days when Nellie lagged to pursue her own interests while Bess was way ahead of
me. Eventually Nellie found her way into a fenced area, and I had to climb the gate
to get her. She exited under the fence, but I still had to climb the gate to
get back out. Seeing that I was still inside, she crawled back under the
fence. So, once I was outside, there she was inside again! I could
tell by the set of her ears that she was confused. Somehow we set it right.
Then I struggled to get Bess away from the quail cover. It was 2:30 when we got
home.
Friends
picked me up for dinner at 6:00. I figured the dogs would be fine in the house, and they were.
Arriving home at 8:00, I invited my friends inside to visit for a while. Bess
was active and enjoying attention while Nellie seemed more reserved. Eventually
she asked to go out, so I complied and watched as she went to the kennel.
Guests left about 8:30 and then I talked to Mike for 15 minutes or so. When I
took Bess to the kennel at 9:00, Nellie wasn’t there.
I
was on the verge of panic. My elderly, hearing-impaired sweetheart of dog was out
wandering the night, and I had no idea where to turn. I called Mike, just
because I thought he ought to know. He suggested I blow the whistle as hard as
I could and maybe she would hear it. I did that – again and again. I also got
in the car and drove around the neighborhood, but I didn’t see her. I finally
closed the door on my imagination and settled down to quietly wait, going out
occasionally to blow the whistle again. The last time I blew as hard as I could, and within five
minutes – about 10:00 -- she ambled up. I was so grateful. I put the dogs to
bed, got ready for bed myself, and then watched tv for a while.
The
events of this day call for a staycation reward. The reward differs from the gift in that
it is more expensive and over-the-top frivolous. KW
3 comments:
Yes, you do indeed deserve a REWARD!! Oh my goodness, yes! I look forward to hearing what it is. Send big pats on the back to you. (And so thankful Nellie showed up. Buddy once was gone for nine days--we think he managed to get himself shut up in a neighbors shop, and I was beside myself with horrible visions.)
What a harrowing day! I checked the blog several times today but my mind just kept seeing yesterday's blog. From my phone, all I see is the first photo, so at a glance it looked the same. The thing about Nellie is that she isn't mean spirited, but she does like to do her own thing sometimes. I would have been worried sick, too.
Sorry to hear about the fence climbing. You looked just like Lucile Ball as I recreated the scene in my mind.
I tell about the gift I ordered in the "Day 4" post. It's too bad we tend to think the worst, but nine days IS a long time for your pet to be missing.
I see your dilemma, Hallie. The pictures were similar. I actually managed climbing the gate fairly well, I thought, but the whole fence incident probably would have been comical to anyone watching.
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