Dog Was Lost, But Now He Is Found
By Nila J Spitzack Hetteen
I realized after an hour that my nine year old Miniature Schnauzer was missing. To my dismay the door was left ajar after I had brought in a large bag of dog food into the house from the car. It was now getting dark and after several neighbors and I had searched up and down the street and in the alley, we did not find him. Friends called other friends making it a community effort. We had walked, then driven around our neighborhood. He was nowhere to be found.
It was hard to realize that my dog was missing. My emotions ran wild, thinking that something terrible had happened to him. I expected the worst of what may have happen, having him hit by a car or killed by a wild animal. Then when he didn't come home and it was getting late, I didn't know what else I could do. He is like family and I wanted him safe at home with me.
Worried about how he must be feeling, all lonely and cold and hungry I reported his being lost to the police, the pet shelter, the radio station and also posted his disappearance on social media listing his description to reach out to others about my dilemma. He had a dog tag on his collar with his name "Sparky" and address and phone number. I know that if anyone would find him they would certainly call. I had a hard time trying to sleep wondering were he could be. He had never ran away to the point of not coming right back, before. Feeling so responsible I starting looking up information on the internet to pass the time away.
I kept reading because I felt strongly that I would recover where my dog has gone. I felt that I would find him and my instincts proved that to be true.
I did fall asleep and awoke to a phone call asking if my dog "Sparky" was lost. She had seen my post on social media. One of my friends was her friend but not knowing she would be the one to find my dog. He had wandered a mile and a half away crossing a major, busy avenue and was found in a women's garage this morning under her car. She said they had left the garage door open during the night and her little girl saw a black dog run under the car from the window. They had a hard time getting him out from under the car. The little girl finally got him to come out to her.
They brought him to my house. He was a dirty dog and very scared, but so happy to see me and be home at last.
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