Ivy, our granddog Goldendoodle arrived yesterday to stay with us for a week while her Peeps spend a week at the beach.
We were thrilled at the chance to have her for a week. She’s a fun dog AND Ivy chases squirrels! Oh, the thrill or seeing those little bastards scatter! They are as fearful of her as they are contemptuous of us. When we run out yelling at them, they give us the finger before sauntering off to lean against a tree, waiting for us to leave. When Ivy goes out, they head for the treetops at top speed.
So, when Ivy’s family headed out yesterday, we came inside to enjoy looking out at our tree rodent-free yard. Some time later, we heard Scout at the gate, barking loudly, which she rarely does. Dearly Beloved called the dogs inside, but only Scout came.
Ivy had disappeared.
Imagine our panic! Her folks hadn’t even reached the beach yet and we’d already lost their dog! I fired off a Lost Dog e-mail to the neighborhood with a regal photo of Ivy. I didn’t text my daughter. I put Scout on a leash and asked her to play bloodhound while we walked the neighborhood. She began sniffing immediately and my hopes soared. Hah! She was just looking for a place to pee–twice, before we even got to the corner.
In the meantime, DB had already headed out in his car. He was so determined to find her that he said he was prepared to search all night.
While I was waiting for Scout to finish, I received an e-mail from someone in the neighborhood saying that Ivy was safe–she’d seen her with a couple who were trying to locate her owners. They had called the number on the ID tag, but Voicemail was full, so they couldn’t leave a message.
The clever couple took Ivy home with them and sent a text to the number on the tag, since they couldn’t leave a message. So, our daughter, on her way to the beach, received a text from strangers, saying, “We have your dog. She is safe.”
Ivy loved the adventure. She played with the couple’s Great Dane until DB arrived. She’ probably bragged about it to Scout. Ivy’s ID tag had broken off previously and Daughter had handed it to me when they arrived, asking could we fix it and put it back on her collar. DB did so immediately. Daughter was so grateful that he’d done so that she may even let us keep the grandkids again. DB and I figure that we lost only five years of our lives at most. Scout is giving us reproachful looks that say, “I TRIED to tell you that she’d broken out of the joint!”
Trauma is exhausting, so DB and the dogs are napping. Sounds like a good idea to me. But first, Ivy has a message for you. . . .