Well. I have had time to digest and think about the last few days. I am still emotional about. And I can`t stop looking at him. It is so incredibly awful to think that he could still be out there- scared, in the dark and cold alone.
There is a difference between a dog that ran away and a dog that is running scared. Boone was running scared. Probably frantic the whole time. One of the sightings I got of him was from a girl who said he ran laps around the soccer field for three hours while they practiced. What kind of dog runs in circles for three hours. I think that he was confused and scared the whole time and it makes me so sad that he had to go through that.
I still have no idea when or how he got out. He is not a dog that runs away- he is off leash all the time with no problem. Even when he`s scared he will come to me. My theory is that something REALLY spooked him and no one was there to comfort him so he did what he does best- run. Away. Until he was calm, and then he was lost. He traveled a lot- probably non stop. I am hoping to have time to make a map to publish here- of all the sightings, and where was eventually found. Dogs are amazing. But it`s no wonder that he`s exhausted!
I am so grateful to my friends. Sunday night every where I looked there were people out looking for him. It was strange and and heartwarming all at the same time. I don`t know what I would have done without them.
And of course my dad- who walked and searched until I told him to go home. He got up at 6 Monday morning to go to the schools while it was still quiet- and waited until the kids showed up so he could ask each of them if they had seen a grey shaggy dog. I am surprised he wasn`t arrested. :)
I am also surprised at the amount of great people in the world. Strangers, who had never met me (or the elusive grey shaggy dog) were more than willing to look for him and spread the word. It is an incredible feeling to know that there are people out there who will go the extra mile.
I am not an emotional person and can`t count on one hand- okay half a hand the amount of times I have cried in public. But this about killed me. Sunday night I broke down more than once as I walked the dark alleys. I almost cried again when the woman on the phone said that she might have found my dog. And I did cry as he crawled out from under the van towards me. I love my dogs. A lot. And Boone holds a special place in my heart- the dog no one wanted, and who has worked so hard these past few years. So there should be no surprise that I am still crying. He just means so much to me.
As dog people you all understand.
So thank you all- for being with me for the past few days. It is nice to know who your friends are. :)