I spent most of Saturday (about 12 hours of it) traveling with Sassy to an indoor field hockey tournament in Smith, Oregon. Tightwad and The Golden Boy stayed home with the dogs. Rover is an older Dalmatian mix we rescued from the SPCA when Sassy (who was four at the time) dropped her on her head. We were CONVINCED that she had injured her, and felt so guilty we took her home. We adopted Junior from that same SPCA several years ago for no good reason.
Yesterday about 5:30 p.m. Junior escaped captivity and roamed the neighborhood freely eating what was later determined to be soft pretzels and crap. We live on a VERY busy street. Let's just say, for argument's sake, that we live at 123 Main Street. When Sassy and I returned home from said field hockey tournament, we were informed by Tightwad that Junior was missing!! They had been combing the neighborhood and the land near and far for the *@$* dog. (We have tons of cornfields and open fields that belong to Oregon State behind our house- it's quite gorgeous to have it right here in town, even if the street in front of our house is quite busy.)
We were despondent ALL night and this morning when Junior never came home. He's often escaped to run through the cornfields and wreak havoc in the neighborhood- but ALWAYS comes home. Yeah, he usually smells like um, uh poop, but he gets his bath, a little scolding and then tons of love.
After putting my private investigator skills to good use (Remember one of my old jobs???) I received a call from the Animal Hospital that a dog that fit OUR dog's description was brought in last night (about 6:45) by the POLICE. They found him on a busy street. "What street? " you might ask.
The girl at the Animal Hospital said that the officers picked him up at 123 Main Street. AT OUR HOUSE. In the FRONT YARD. Jesus. Don't they know that's our dog? And Tightwad - didn't the flashing red lights (neighbor was watching) wake you up from your nap????? Didn't you hear the officer KNOCKING at the front door? Oh wait, you were out eating Chinese at the time.
Yeah, well, you owe me 15 bucks. That's how much I need to spring him.