Tuesday, 25 August 2015
I was beside myself with worry on Sunday night: Truly I was in a state of panic.
At 6:30 p.m. on Sunday 23rd August 2015 I took my dog Penne out for a a "pee walk".
Evidently I had not secured the clip on her harness. Thus she was able slip away from me, and disappear from my sight.
I searched for her and called her name. I could not see her, nor did she respond to my calls.
I was not too worried, thinking that she would come home within minutes.
By 7:30 p.m my Penne was still absent. I began to get very anxious.
I went outside, and once again I searched for her and called her name, all in vain
I wondered: "did she chased after a Fox and got lost, or did she corner a Raccoon or Possum, and get into in a fight?".
By 8:30 p.m she was still not at home.
I drove the neighbourhood, tracing the routes we take on our daily walks. There was no sign of Penne. By this time I was panicking
Had she been injured? Was she lost? Would I ever see her again?
Dammit, I was not panicking, I was freaking out with worry.
I knew that I would be unable to sleep, but I rested on my bed. At 9:30 p.m. Penne came trotting into our house, all nonchalant, as if to say "no problem Dad".
Of course I lavished her with hugs.
In the meantime, with the doors wide open, "Miss prissy,stay-at-home" senior cat Ada had gotten outdoor, Oddly enough, "Miss let-me-out-of here to explore" junior cat Adelaide stayed inside,
Adelaide yowled me to the back door three times. I followed dutifully, thinking that Ada might be there. 'Twas not the case.
With Penne safely back at home, I shut the doors and took myself to bed. At 3:00 a.m. on Monday I got up to use the bathroom. I decided to open the front door. Ada shot inside, like a feline cannon ball.
On Monday morning Ada would not let me out of her sight. She even came to gaze at me adoringly as I sat enthroned in the bathroom.
Later, I went outside to do some weeding. Behind one of the shrubs I noticed a large hole in the ground, sure evidence of canine digging.
I came to the conclusion that Penne had been there all the time. I guessed that on the hottest day of the year, she had done what dogs do - she had dug herself a nest in the cooler earth, there to rest until she decided to come home at 9:30 p.m.
Maybe she had been within sight for those three hours - within sight, but I did not see her.