UPDATE! We posted on craigslist.org with her picture (thank you, SecondNature, for that brilliant idea, and she was found by a nearby vet’s wife, and they have her at one of the surgical tech’s house. We are so incredibly lucky.
Sorry for the light blogging. Our Shih Tzu disappeared sometime after dinner last night and we didn’t realize it until this afternoon. I guess our attention to detail is diminished with a new baby to care for. We’re very concerned, but hopeful that perhaps someone picked her up out at the road and will turn her in to the SPCA. It’s always tragic to lose a family pet, and this dog was very special. So, we’re feeling pretty sad tonight. But maybe tomorrow will bring good news.
paws crossed in this household that tomorrow will bring her back to you.
thanks.
Do you currently have a newf or is that past tense? I’d love to see a picture sometime. I still dream about my big guy on a regular basis.
I’m so sorry for your loss, and will hope it’s only temporary.
We had a dog that used to get out of the yard quite often – a lab who loved to roam. Sometimes she’d come find me at school, but one time she disappeared and we had no idea where she was.
Days passed, weeks passed.
And then, out of the blue, someone found her, found the tag, and called us, and we got her back.
So there’s hope. I just hope you don’t have to wait long. Think positive thoughts. They have energy.
My first Siberian Husky used to get Big Mac attacks, and would escape periodically from the property and travel several miles from my house high in the hills to arrive at a MacDonalds on a major thoroughfare in a nearby city right about the time the middle school let out. The kids would share their food with her, then when it was time for them to go home they’d check her tags and call me to come get her. I have no idea how she managed to find her way there the first time, but after that, she was hooked, and I got to the point that whenever she disappeared mid-afternoon I would check that MacDonalds first. I am beyond grateful that she managed to negotiate the busy streets of that city without ever getting hit by a car.
Boo & Satchmo could be twins. I’ll send you a pic. Right now he’s snoring so loud can’t hear myself think. Doggie dreams.
Newf snores are the best. Especially when they reverberate in a small bathroom. Newfs like to sleep in bathrooms.
Shih Tzus have completely different charms. They are natural entertainers.
Satch goes straight for the tub, which means he needs to be rescued from time to time as rolling over is somewhat problematic. Sent you pics
good luck finding the dog!
it’s been a great day here, I got a call from my boss, and the project I’m working on is turning into an unexpected success. So my part-time contract will be a lot more time with a real chance of getting hired full time!!
it’s been good news for everyone involved with this – I was hired as a temp replacement for someone out on disability, she’s fully recovered and back at work, but there’s enough new work that they still need me!
Oh, that’s great news. Yes – I think people should never shy away from temporary work. A job is so much easier to get when the people already know and love you!
>>A job is so much easier to get when the people already know and love you!
that’s the only reason I got the part-time contract, the boss is my SIL. She gave me a chance to work on stuff that I’d done in class but not for a job, and that’s a big jump.
It’s also nice working for someone who I know is, deep down, a great person.
That’s great about the job!
When I was a very young lad, our family had a dog that we were all crazy about. At that time, keeping your dog contained just wasn’t something most people in the neighborhood gave thought to, unless it was aggressive. Everyone knew everyone else’s dog. When our dog reached the age of 6 he must have decided he wanted to sow his oats in a wider range and disappeared one day. He was gone for about a month. We just figured he was gone for good. I cried like a baby.
One day, a neighbor girl who lived a few doors down and knew our dog well, pulled up in her orange VW Beetle. She opened the door and out jumped our dog. She and her sister had been in town, which was about 5 miles away, and spotted this dog standing on a porch and thought, “Hey, that looks like Snoopy”. And damned if it wasn’t. The people at the house said he had shown up one day and was so friendly they couldn’t shoo him away. He had a collar but no other ID. So they had tended to him and said he spent most of his time either lying in front of their fireplace or on their porch. The girls had told them that they knew who the owners were and that we would be thrilled to get him back. They were glad that he could get back to his rightful home.
He stuck fairly close to home after that. We always kept a pretty close eye on him after this scare. He was my first pet. He died a couple of years later. He was my fishing buddy, he waded creeks with me and he loved to jump rabbits. He could go forever.
It was a great day when he had reappeared out what seemed like nowhere and he enjoyed living out the rest of his days at the only home he knew.
Here’s hoping that you are blessed with the same happy outcome I had at that tender young age.
One of my Siberian Huskies disappeared and was gone for over a week. I put up signs all over the neighborhood, and finally got a call that he had been hanging around an office building about five or six miles away. The people who worked there had been putting food out for him, but he was so leery that they had not been able to approach him. I was just lucky that someone who lived near me and saw one of the signs worked in that building. When I went to fetch him, he looked at me suspiciously for a couple of seconds, and the look on his face when he realized it was me was just amazing.
I had another one, a petite female, who got out and was gone for a couple of weeks. I put up signs, and got no response at all. I kept widening the area of the signs, and finally put a bunch of them up on the other side of a major, very busy thoroughfare. I could not imagine that she had crossed that street, but felt I had nothing to lose. Well, I did get a couple of calls telling me they had seen her from time to time on their street, and that the Animal Control officer had a couple of times chased her farther up into the hills into an open area where horses are pastured, and was making her completely unapproachable. The people were very cooperative and would call me whenever they saw her on their street. When they called I would go up and look for her. Finally one day I saw her, and got her back.
Siberians are wonderful dogs, but they are notorious escape artists and wanderers.
A good friend of mine had one. The dog would actually scale a six foot fence where he was kept and then off he would go. There were a couple of large, female dogs that lived a mile or so away across a big open pasture. You could watch him make a beeline across that field at full speed. Man, he could fly. You always knew where he would end up. Sniffing around the houses where the females lived. Over the years there were many trips made to retrieve him.
He was a beautiful, intelligent and powerful dog. The most loyal dog you could imagine.
I hope that you find her soon.
Awesome! Thanks for the great update!
Congratulations on finding her, Booman.
What great news! I know how relieved you are – I’ve been there myself.
Those Craigslist pet lovers could probably find Osama bin Laden.
I think this little reunion calls for cake.
Everything calls for cake;-)
Glad to hear your wandering friend is home!
A black lab we once had actually found a second family a couple of miles from our place and would alternate between our house and theirs. The mystery of his long disappearances were solved when he came home to our place sporting a new collar and vet tag. We called and found his other adopted family had taken him in for his annual shots and checkup.
Glad you found your baby!!! You need to post pictures here.
So glad you found your pooch! Now I can relax. Have a great weekend, Booman!
Great news on the recovery of your Shih Tzu! What’s her name? We take care of 9 cats at our house, mostly refugees from the outdoors who have “reluctantly” converted to indoor household pet status. We consider every one of them to be a treasured member of the family.
Her name is Phoebe. She’s sleeping on the couch with Finn and I as I write this – a very good feeling after last night.
Great news!
Fantastic news & what a relief for the whole family.