Two days ago, my dog, Bugsy disappeared. At first I wasn't overly concerned. Being part Jack Russell and part Chihuahua, he is prone to jet out of the front door at every opportunity. But whenever this happens, he usually just jaunts around the block and comes right back home.
But not this time. Yesterday morning he still wasn't home. I drove around looking for him and calling his name, but all to no avail.
During the festivities of the 4th of July, my spirit was unable to enjoy anything because I was so worried about him. I called the dog pound, thinking perhaps they had picked him up. He got picked up about a year ago. That was another time he had taken off out of the front door. Only this time he got picked up. I found him in his little jail cell at the city pound, looking pitiful. The moment he saw me, he starting whining to get out and began trying to dig a tunnel under the wire fence. Sixty dollars later he was back at home.
No such luck this time, however. He wasn't at the pound.
So yesterday through the family cook-out, and throughout the Kelly Clarkson concert my daughter had bought me tickets to, I was only worried about Bugsy. I kept wondering if he was hurt or dying on the road somewhere. I then wondered if perhaps someone had taken him, and prayed that if this was the case, he was being treated kindly. I also worried about him being scared to death of fireworks, and hoped that he was not being traumatized by them, wherever he was.
Last night when I returned home from the concert, he was home. Fortunately, my husband was here to let him in when he heard him at the front door.
But something is different about him. Physically, he seems fine. But he acts scared and almost cowers when anyone gets near him. Rather than jumping up on my lap, he crawled under my legs as I sat down on the couch. He has a sad look on his face.
I don't know if someone hurt him someway, or scared him. Perhaps the neighborhood fireworks traumatized him. I'm praying he is okay, and will return to himself soon.
I'm just so very glad that he is back home.
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I am so glad he si back safe adn sound. I am sure he will be fine- forget his fear.
I am so happy for you and him.
love and light
Mona
I am delighted he is back, the poor wee creature, indeed probably traumatized by the loud sounds and overflow of smells... but with plenty of TLC I have no doubt he will recover from his Great Adventure and be fine. We have lots of dogs and cats and such and years ago, took out a loan specifically to have a 4 foot fence put up just for the sake of the animals :o) And one of our cats went missing last year, for three or four days, and I know how that does override your thoughts in every way.
All the best to you and your family...two legged, four legged, winged, or finned.
I don't think I could think about anything else while my baby was missing. He was scared of the fireworks last night and we could barely hear them or see them, so your doggy probably just got too close and they scared him too much. He'll probably go back to his usual self soon. Dogs rarely stay like that unless they've been abused for years.
I usually calm down after a few days.
I had an escape artist like that once. I was so used to him escaping, even without anyone noticing that he'd slipped out, that one day I saw him sitting on someone's porch, grabbed him, threw him in the car and drove him home. When I got home, though, there was my dog! Rather puzzled and pleased that I'd brought home a playmate for him. Luckily, I remembered where I'd stolen the dog from and was able to take him back there.
We love our pets so much, and yet are sometimes helpless bystanders to their dramas.
Meryl, that is so funny, I am laughing out loud.
Hope everything works out.