I painted today…from 10 am until 4:30 or so. Content with what I had accomplished, I left the house, braving the ice rink that is our parking area… Elsa was at my heels. Lucas was by the garage and quickly came at my request. Dally was nowhere to be found.
It is now almost midnight, and she still is absent.
I called and whistled and called. The sun set soon after I realized she was gone and I went home to make sure she hadn’t followed Vernon home and to get warm clothes on. I returned to the Mills Place and searched for another 2 hours.
I’ve whistled.
I’ve called.
I’ve cried.
I’ve sobbed.
Lord, I HATE it when dogs break our hearts.
She has never done this. Never not come when called. Never been anywhere else but here with me at night.
So, I say a little New Year’s prayer, that God can watch over a tiny tri-colored dog for tonight and tomorrow I can find her safe and sound to Start the New Year on a Happy Note.
Find me here!
