I shout, hoping my dad’s lost dog will hear. How will I ever manage to find here in this field?
I got in my car and searched for her. No, she wasn’t my dog, she was belonged to my parents. My mom was at the time was in ICU, unable to breath. My dad, overwhelmed (his wife was in the hospital and his mom died the day before). I couldn’t let my dad loose his mom, his wife, and his dog in the same week!
I prayed to God to help. I got in my car and drove on the road around the field. Nikita is black and the field brown- I should be able to see her right?
“Have you seen a black dog on your walk?” I ask a senior strolling by.
“I see lots of dogs and coyotes, that’s why I keep this big stick with me for protection”
“But did you see a black dog?” I beg.
The search continues.
I drive a half mile more, do a different hill. I get out of the car and climb the hill, hoping the height of it will give me a better view of the area, and perhaps help me find the dog. I slowly climb up. A couple are walking down the hill, and they have a dog with them. Could that be Nikita? The dog walks so calmly next to the couple- it probably belongs to them. Just in case I shout one more time, “Nikita!!!” The dog starts running 400 feet down the steep hill. It’s ears are pinched up against the head from the wind, the tail slaps back and forth.
OMG I hope this is Nikita, otherwise I have a huge black dog that’s about to attack me!. I run towards my car and open the door. If it isn’t Nikita, I’ll need somewhere to run to. If it is Nikita perhaps she’ll jump right into my car.
The dog jumped into the car. It was Nikita! The day is saved!
What unusual places have you found your pet?