And that is an understatement! Last week was crazy insane…it took me this long to recover enough to post about it.
It started last Monday evening when Dad called me. Our 15 year old deaf, blind, barely-able-to-walk Rat Terrier ran away when she was let out to go potty. It hit us pretty hard. We’ve had Bebe for 13 years.
She was adopted by us after our Greyhound died of bone cancer. A classmate of mine in high school who worked at a local vet bought in a photo of her to show me. I took it home, showed it to Mom and Dad, and then went to work. Half way through my shift, they came through the drive-thru with the dog. I found out the next day, another family had come in, wanting to adopt her about 30 min after my parents took her home.
So…Bebe ran away. But Dad and I are both firm believers in “Everything happens for a reason.”
On Wednesday, a coworker of mine sent out an email to everyone at the station that there was a Corgi at the city shelter, needing a home FAST. If he didn’t get adopted, he would likely be put down.
Now, EVERYBODY AT WORK KNOWS I LOVE CORGIS. I cannot stress that enough. There wasn’t a single person in that building that didn’t think of me when Meg sent that email.
Nope. And I had a plan!
So I called Dad, and asked him if he was interested in adopting him. It took him about 10 seconds to say yes. He’s wanted a Corgi for years; ever since I brought Strider home. Cue frantic phone calls and text messages to Meg! Thursday, Wizard (formerly Troy but dad renamed him) came home with me!
And Strider was not amused. But I expected that. After the initial rush of “omaigawdnewplace!!!” and “why did you bring this hyper ping-pong ball into my house?” from the dogs, they actually started getting along pretty well. Or ignoring each other at least…
Except for this:
It didn’t last long. Because Wizard discovered the sofa!
Well… Friday came along, and it was time to take Wizard to my Dad. Went to work, worried that my house would be in shambles when I got home…yadda, yadda, yadda.
The house was fine. Went to load up the car, and things went pear-shaped from there. As I was taking an arm load of stuff to the car, a brown blur of fur ran out between my feet. I thought it was Wizard. He had no tags, and I live on a busy street. So I took chase…and promptly stepped in a hole and rolled my right ankle. When I was able to shake the stars from my eyes, I saw it was Strider, who had gone to wait by the car for me, like he always does when we go to Grandpa’s. I finally get up, and manage to make it to the car and let the dog in, then load my crap in, and hobble back to the apartment to get Wizard.
It is not fun driving two and a half hours with a sprained ankle and two hyper dogs in the back seat.
We finally get to Dad’s house. And Dad notices a message on the answering machine.
A trucker out of Ponca City called us. He was picking up oil from one of the tank farms about 3-4 miles west of Dad’s house when he found Bebe curled up in the shadow of one of the drums. Alive.
By this time, she had been missing for six days, four of which had heat indexes in the 100s. A 15 yr old, blind, deaf, 16 pound Rat Terrier had somehow managed to make it that far for that long in that heat and survive. He was able to get close enough to her to see and call our phone number on her tag. He gave her some water and food, then let us know. When we got there, she was still there. Exhausted. We got her into the car, and when she realized who it was, she just went nuts. She was so excited to be going home. And the strangest thing? She’s acting like nothing happened! Dad took her to vet on Monday with Wizard, and both dogs got a clean bill of health. Bebe had only lost 2 pounds.
So, now…Dad and Kim have four dogs.
Add Strider to the mix, and it was a crazy weekend!
In the end, everything worked out…almost Bebe came home, Wizard was saved from doggie death row and is settling in to his new home nicely, and I’m nursing a swollen ankle…
It was worth it.