Two Days

 For two full days, we looked for the dog.  We walked through the neighborhoods calling "Amore!  Amore!"

We took Indi with us in hopes that she could sniff Amore out.

We bought sharpies and posterboard and put up countless signs.

We knocked on doors and stopped people on the street.

We slept fitfully and started awake, thinking we were hearing her bark outside the door.

We left the porch door open despite the clear possibility we'd have wildlife other than a dog on our porch in the morning.

We called vet offices and crossed our fingers that she wasn't hurt.

We left messages with the Humane Society branches in 4 counties.

We called Animal Control to see if they had recovered her body.

Shaun walked down each busy road, poking in the bushes.

Nothing.  For two whole days.  Nothing.

We started to lose hope.

"I don't think she's coming back..."

"Me neither."

We kept busy to push the sadness out of our minds.

Then, last night, right around 9:15, Shaun got a call from a lady who asked about the dog and then said that she had picked her up and took her to a friend's kennel. 

I was lying in bed, and he burst through the door, "SHE'S OK!"

Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers.

An hour and a half later, I was greeted by the cold wet nose of a dog that I didn't know I'd miss as much as I did.

And never was I happier to see her.

Better yet, this morning, Bean walked into my room and when the dogs stood up to greet her, she said,

"A-more-yay is home!  You found her! Now Indi is not sad.  No one is sad!  A-more-yay!  You're home!"

Yup, A-more-yay is home.

Thanks everyone for your kind wishes and words.  We're happy to have her back.

Bummed

Amore

Things are kind of sad in our household this week.  Monday night, after going to the park for an hour and a half with the kids, we returned to find that one of our dogs, Amore, was missing.  She apparently hopped the fence as she'd done a handful of times before.

But this time, she hasn't come back. 

This is the dog that learned how to jump and open the front door in our old house.  On the few occassions where I forgot to lock the deadbolt, I'd return home to find her sitting on the front porch with the door wide open, wagging her tail. 

She'd go explore and come back.

But so far this time?  She hasn't come back. 

And though we are still holding out hope to get a phone call that someone has her or to hear her bark outside the door and be greeted by her full body wagging, we can't help but worry that something's happened to her.

And that really sucks.

She's been part of the household since way before Shaun and I were even engaged.  Shaun dragged me to the humane society to "look" for dogs.  And somehow, she ended up in our car, headed to a new home.   And though her galloping insanity sometimes drives me nuts, I sure love that dog.  Loyal, sweet and smart.  She's my protector pup.  (Because Indi, our other dog, is kind of worthless as a guard dog...   a giant snuggle pillow, sure...  guard dog to ward off the boogeyman?  Not so much.  She's likely to be found hiding under the bed with me).  She's been Indi's best friend and Shaun's loyal four legged companion.  She lets Bean cover her with blankets and toys and make believe she's a baby.  She's ridiculously persistant when she wants a little rub behind the ears.  She's a good dog, through and through. 

We're sad and worried, but we're not giving up yet.

Hey Amore, you crazy mutt?  Come home.  We miss you.