My impausable catalogue of minor disasters started when...
Snorty got a cholla cactus attached to his head the night before I was due to fly to Lake Charles Louisiana for my grandmother in laws funeral.
He shook his head and his ears also got pinned on to the cactus. I managed to pull the bulk of the cactus off, but he was off leash in the dry Santa cruz river bed, and was not amenable to letting me anywhere near him.
He stayed within sight but out of arms length, but it was windy and getting dark. I was moving slowly, he wasnt. In short I lost him. I shouted his name and ran up and down the river bed, but to no avail. I ran home and was in a total state of panic. He wasnt there. Getting home involves either going through the storm water drainage tunnels which is the way I first went, or crossing the I-10 feeder road on both sides, crossing the railroad and, another busy road. He has no road sense. Scrambling in the drainage tunnels in the dark I lost my cell phone, it seemed so insignificant compared with the los of my beloved dog. So with great trepidation I made my way back via the roads, fearing the worst when I saw a highway patrol car just pulled off the freeway feeder road, talking to a guy in a car. I convinced myself that he had been hit and caused an accident. Much to my relief I see his fluffy head and floppy ears peaking over the front seat of the patrol car. He had seen me too. I flung myself at the car "Thats my dog!"
I guess he had waited by the 1st road for me, for like an hour, and the cop had pulled this guy over to give him a citation. When the cop got out of the car it was the first person he had seen and Snorty bounded up to him, barking. Then he would bound off a few jumps in the direction of home, then bound back to the cop. Kind of hard to give a citation with a 100 lb dog barking at you.
I was emotionally drained and was ok with losing my cell phone compared with losing my dog...but boy would it have been usefull the next day.
He shook his head and his ears also got pinned on to the cactus. I managed to pull the bulk of the cactus off, but he was off leash in the dry Santa cruz river bed, and was not amenable to letting me anywhere near him.
He stayed within sight but out of arms length, but it was windy and getting dark. I was moving slowly, he wasnt. In short I lost him. I shouted his name and ran up and down the river bed, but to no avail. I ran home and was in a total state of panic. He wasnt there. Getting home involves either going through the storm water drainage tunnels which is the way I first went, or crossing the I-10 feeder road on both sides, crossing the railroad and, another busy road. He has no road sense. Scrambling in the drainage tunnels in the dark I lost my cell phone, it seemed so insignificant compared with the los of my beloved dog. So with great trepidation I made my way back via the roads, fearing the worst when I saw a highway patrol car just pulled off the freeway feeder road, talking to a guy in a car. I convinced myself that he had been hit and caused an accident. Much to my relief I see his fluffy head and floppy ears peaking over the front seat of the patrol car. He had seen me too. I flung myself at the car "Thats my dog!"
I guess he had waited by the 1st road for me, for like an hour, and the cop had pulled this guy over to give him a citation. When the cop got out of the car it was the first person he had seen and Snorty bounded up to him, barking. Then he would bound off a few jumps in the direction of home, then bound back to the cop. Kind of hard to give a citation with a 100 lb dog barking at you.
I was emotionally drained and was ok with losing my cell phone compared with losing my dog...but boy would it have been usefull the next day.
Got very worried when I read the opening lines here, and it's good to see that you two are back together again...
white bloodles
gut churning...
trace ya footsteps and ring ya number?