Every morning after the dogs come out of their crates, they both go out on leads for potty time. We put them out at the same time this morning, sometime around 9:45 am. I got to cleaning up the house, doing some laundry and about 30-45 minutes later I went to let Larson inside. He doesn't stay out all day like Buster does. He wasn't there on his lead... I ran to the bedroom, woke up Wesley and slipped on some flip flops to run outside. I started calling for him...
We both walked up to the road and I walked down to my MIL's house and back and no sign of him. At this point I was already worried we weren't going to find him and I was crying. He's not an outside dog at all and living in the country, there is so many directions he could have taken off in. I made my way back to the house - Wesley was grabbing keys and putting on shoes to head out and drive around, see if he could spot our little white dog. I decided to stay at home.
I started yelling for him, calling his name and whistling the way I always do when I want his attention. I circled the house for about ten minutes calling for him before I head his bark. (When you live with a dog for over four years, you learn his bark and Larson's is very distinctive.) Anyone who knows me and Larson knows how much I love this dog... I was crying and calling for him, hoping he'd bark again. He did. Off towards the left of the house, towards the William's place (our neighbor with the cow that comes to visit us through the woods).
I still couldn't see him at this point, but I started to make my way into the woods a little more towards the neighbor's pasture. I kept calling and whistling for Larson, hoping he would come to me. I stood still for a few minutes and then I heard him... well, I heard his tags on his collar clanking together which sounds like a little bell. I'm so thankful for that collar right now!! I heard him coming before I saw him. I started calling for him in a sweet baby voice like I talk to him at home... "Come on Larson" and "Here boy". Then I saw him... and I started to cry again. I ran to him and grabbed him up.
I held him close as I made my way to the end of the driveway to flag down my husband... he didn't take his cell phone with him in the car. I was already starting to hyperventilate because of all the excitement, I breaths were short and my heart was racing. I remember praying the whole time to let him come back to my voice or please let a neighbor find him and see that he's local and bring him back home.
Needless to say, this Momma is not going to let her puppy dog be outside un-supervised for a while. He's going to have to go out with me on a leash so I can make sure this doesn't happen again. This is the first time he's EVER gotten away from me and I would lose it for a long time if I ever really lost him. I love that little dog like a kid and I would hate myself if anything happened to him!
I am recovered from my panic attack and he's home safe and munching on some of my Cheetos at the moment... so life is better. But let me tell you, I don't want to go through that again anytime soon!!
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