Who would have thought that I would have been one of those people who are so attached to their pets? How do people get that attached?
Last night about 11PM Bogie decided he needed to go out. Well I did not want to go with him so I let him out leaving the door open. He had 3 tags on him. One with his name, one from his rabies shot and one from the pound for his city registration. These tags jingle pretty loudly. So he is outside and I can here him jingle. The jingle gets a little quiter so I call him name. I can here him but barely so I figured he has stopped to do business and that he should be coming back inside soon, which he normally does.
He never comes inside. Behind our house is an alley so I run out there and yell his name, he does not come, I look down the alley and there is no Bogie, just some guy at the end of the alley in the street. It is not like Bogie to not come when I call him. So I run inside to the front door. Sometimes he waits at the front door for someone to let him in. No Bogie.
So I get my shoes on and run out into the alley yelling his name. No jingle, no bogie, nothing. So I run to the end of the alley and around the block yelling his name. It is windy and cold and I am yelling pretty loudly.
When I get back to the other end of the alley I think I am going to have to wake Matt up to have him help me. I am scared and sick about loosing Bogie. I get to the back door and there is Bogie sitting on the steps. He is scared and shaking and thinks he is in trouble. He would not let me stop petting him because he thought he was in trouble. But it was a little scary!
How did I become one of those weird animal people who go crazy over their dogs?
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Pets
Posted by Robbie at 7:58 AM
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3 comments:
I totally know how you feel! When Hallie hid Meg I was in tears because I could not find her! I had to keep reminding myself that she is just a dog. But after looking all over the neighborhood and not having a clue as to where she could be, I was so scared! I keep asking myself how I became a weird dog person too!
I am glad that there is a happy ending to that story. I was reading it with my mouth wide open.
Our pets hold such a special place in our heart. I totally understand. Tippi was offically Aaron's dog and yet he was mine. I was most devestated when we (well I) made the decision to have him put to sleep. That was one of the hardest thing ever.
Im so glad that he was on your steps. So glad!
How did all my sisters turn into crazy dog ladies?
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