I’ve always been a dog person.
When I was younger, we had at two different points in my childhood until I was about 13-14 years old, shortly after my parents got divorced, that we had dogs.
Of the two dogs that I had growing up, I felt most attached to Lucy. She was my girl. I walked her in the frigid Vermont winters, I played with her in the summer, she slept with me at nights, and made me laugh at her crazy antics. She was my dog. Nothing hurt more than the day that my mother informed me we were taking her back to the Humane Society because mom and I were moving and dad traveled too much to take her. My sister yelled at me that I “better not cry.” But I did. I cried quiet tears as we drove away, my dog left alone.
So when boyfriend and I got Ellie in June, it was a rebirth of my inner dog lover. She was ours. The dog that curls up between us at night, the dog that licks you to death when you get home. The dog that cries when you leave. She’s our dog.
So today, when i got back from getting lunch boyfriend called me saying “things are okay now, so don’t freak out, but Ellie escaped today.”
Not the words you want to hear. I had heard them before when she had previously escaped from her crate, but today knowing she escaped from the house scared the daylights out of me.
The door handle had gotten loose and with a little bit of pushing at it with her nose which she tends to do, the wind blew it open and out she ran.
She was picked up at the end of our block where the neighbor, whom I plan to bake cookies for or something, called boyfriend and he rushed home to our pup. She’s okay. A little shaken up. The big bad world is just that when you get outside, it’s big and it’s bad. We live near the highway so I’m sure you understand why I freaked out. Thankfully she didn’t get hit by a car, she got swooped up by a nice neighbor and brought home safely to our arms.
I miss my puppeh.
Tonight, we’re heading up to Ikea and to Home Depot to a. get that chair, and b. to get a security door. a door that can be physically locked where a puppy can not mess with it. Thankfully, in our pups escapade, nothing was stolen. Nothing was touched. Just her. Out in the world.
Still…not the words you want to hear. I’m insanely worried about her now, boyfriend had to go back to work and thus pup is alone. By herself. With a baby gate that our fabulous dogwalker brought over. *sigh*
