After a while I went to let them in. Usually they come barreling for the open door and slam into who ever was stupid enough to have opened it, but today their was only silence, and unbruised knees. I starting looking for them around the yard as sometimes they get stuck in places, like the garage or between the fence. They were nowhere to be found, and that's when I noticed the gate was wide open, now not only was the gate wide open, but outside the gate was some strewn about rocks and leaves, some half chewed trash and a very frazzled looking cat. A sure sign they had been there and gone. I starting running down all our streets calling out for them, eventually
I got in the car and did the same. After about an hour I had to call Travis and tell him what had happened. I told him to come home, leave work, these our our dogs damnit! So in about another hour Travis and I, in separate cars, were both patrolling the neighborhood. All we found was a black lab, and pug. (not our dogs) We ran into a few people who said they would keep their eyes out for us, most people were very nice, but we did have one ass of a neighbor who, when he asked what was wrong, and I said our dogs were missing. His reply was "you guys should really go look for them" thank you! we hadn't thought of that, what a very inciteful fat neighbor. What the hell do you think we are doing out here! We never found them that night, so we tried to settle down. Well that didn't happen. What did happen is we both got incredibly drunk and bawled our eyes out. Later, Travis got up to go to the bathroom and I went outside and sat on our porch. I just kept thinking about how helpless these dogs were, how we live right in between two busy streets, and what killed me the most was thinking they were sticking to together out their like a family. Then, i heard it. A bow wow wow. Now those of you who have dogs you KNOW your dogs bark. I knew that was Taz! Taz has an electric bark colar because of the frequency with which he barks-so I am very familiar with the sound to say the least. The second I heard that high pitched little yowl I took off down the street. After a block, I realized what the hell are you doing? you can't just take off with the door wide open, Travis will freak out that you are gone. So I ran back, and as soon as I got to the driveway Travis was running out of the house getting in the car yelling "I heard Taz!, I heard Taz!" So we took off!
I rolled down the window and with each bow wow wow we got a little bit closer. Travis then decided he had had enough of the driving business and got out of the car to find the dogs on foot. So with Travis on foot and me in the car we headed opposite ways. I take a left, he takes a right, I take another left and he takes another right. We both end up in front of the same house. One block up and a to the house exactly behind ours. We start walking back and forth in front of the house and we keep hearing bow wow wow. After a little while an old woman comes out and says "are you looking for your dogs" She had seen them and taken them into her house with her, around two o'clock, so while we had been crying and scavenging the neighborhood for them, they were inside curled up with a nice little old woman, watching Oprah on her sofa. We profusely thanked the woman, took them home and made them each a cheese burger. What I think is particularly great about this story is that I know my dogs must really know they are a pack cause they had been out for a few hours and people said they had seen them running around together. I know it was Pepper who kept them safe and stuck with her little guy. And Taz, who after all the trouble we go through to get him to shut the hell up, his crying was what led us to him and what got him home.
The bitches love him
He isn't humping her, thats how he sleeps, on top of other dogs.
Peppie likes to sleep in the fire place
