So I've decided to change my blog of up a little bit. Not only will you be reading stories of Cora, but also of our lives. Trust me, if I didn't live it, I wouldn't believe it most days. You just can't make up stories like some of my days lol.
Trooper (my 12-13 year old rescued mutt) decided that he want to take a jaunt the other day. Trooper likes to dig. His newest hole was (yes was...I'll get into that part) by the gate. One of our gates bows out a little bit and Trooper, being his ingenious self, figured out that if he dug there he could get the gate to give way and squeeze his body out. Yup, my genius dog....thank God that he didn't get stuck and squished. I caught on to his trick and tricked him. I put a heavy cinder block in front of the gate. I even told Paul about it and explained why it was there. So I get home from picking up Cora, change into my running gear, get Cora loaded up in the jogging stroller, strap on my head phones and off Paul, Cora, and I go. Unbeknownst to me, Paul had moved my cinder block. Yup, you guessed it. Trooper figured out that his escape route was clear....so he took it.
We got back from our jog and Paul went out back. No Trooper.... So he comes in and tells me, "I can't find Trooper. He's not out back. I think he got out." My response was "Did you move the cinder block?" Commence blank look, then light bulb going off over Paul's head, "Yes." "Did you put it back honey?" His response, "No." My reply, "Then I can guarantee he's out". So I grab the Blazer keys, leave Paul with Cora and set out. I knew his path...I'd went looking the week before, so I new his path....or so I thought. I made three trips around our neighborhood, asking everyone I saw if they had seen him. I venture back to the house, Paul sets out. I start calling pounds. First one, no answer. Second one, jackpot. A lady had been walking one of the adoptable dogs and an older tan dog with a red collar jogged right up to her. She said he was tired and thirsty. So, I immediately find out their location, call Paul (and get no answer), put Cora in her car sheet, and venture out. I again call Paul...."I spoke to a lady at Feeder Supply. They found a tan dog, with gray in his muzzle, and a faded red collar. I'm going to check and see if it's him." His response, "Why didn't you call me?" Gee honey, I didn't think of that....derh!
Upon arrival at Feeder's Supply, I'm shaking, Cora is crying, and well I'm shaking lol. I walk back to the cage area and there is my old fart. Laying in an air conditioned area, breathing heavy, and just hanging out. Like "Mom, I knew you'd come get me and drive me home. I'm so tired!" Ugh! This dog would have about 4 lives left of his 9 if he were a cat. So I go in and love on him and check him out. I call Paul and say come get him you have his leash with you. From what I can figure, Trooper had been out for most of the day, apparently got lost and was trying to find water. He had ventured at least 2 miles if not more. I'm so thankful that he didn't get hit by a car!
Yup, that was my Wednesday evening for about 2 hours. So much fun in the Lenfert household!
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