Eddie bolted Saturday afternoon after a thunder boomer startled him. Gary and I
had people out on the boat at the Newport Folk Festival. Brittany called with the
unsettling news that he was gone. She was very upset, understandably and searched
up and down route 2 until she had to go to work. The next morning I woke up at 6
and immediately drove around searching for the nasty little dog that annoy's me
to no end. Crying that I couldn't find him and imagining all the terrible things
that could happen. Damn Fisher cats, coyote's and cars.
Then Gary got home from sleeping on the boat and called me.
It was about 7 when he suggested that I drive to the animal shelter and see if
anyone posted a note or something. I figured it's Sunday morning, the roads are
empty.......but I tried anyway. I walked in with a bag of dog food that we had
wanted to donate anyway and placed it on the counter. The Shelter attendant was
very nice and said "Good Morning how are you doing today?" I broke down right away
and mumbled that I couldn't find my dog. She asked what kind is "he"? I said Corgi.
and she replied, "I think we have him" Oh my GOSH I was so relieved I cried again.
This time from relief.
Long story short. Eddie may have spent a night in "jail" but I doubt that he
has been rehabilitated.
picture is of Eddie shedding and resting after his harrowing ordeal.
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