The Story.

Saturday night 9:30-10pm. I go to let the dogs outside for a pee and can`t find Boone.

I walk the front streets calling. And then I called my Dad, Sarah, and Wendy. And then I stopped breathing.

We looked for hours. No Sign, no nothing. Kaleb tracked him for a while, and then lost the trail (or became confused by Boone`s spinning)

I did not sleep. Instead I called the Animal Shelter every two hours.

Sunday. I got up, searched the area. Made posters. Called friends. Called the animal shelter every two hours. Searched again. More. Got a few calls- searched new areas. Searched well after dark. Went home.

Didn`t sleep at All. (called the Animal Shelter instead)

Monday. I worked a few hours in the morning. Well, maybe worked is too strong a word. I was at work pacing by the phone for a few hours while keeping an eye on dogs. And then I rode my bike around town for a few hours, walked the dogs a few hours. Did some calling and emailing for a few hours, and then searched some more.

I made a pretty map with different search areas, and assigned all my awesome friends to an area. And then I got a call (5:15pm).

A woman who thought she had my dog under her van. OMG. I nearly passed out on the spot. I was frantic and not really making sense. Somehow we managed to get there even though I told Jo to go to Scenic, instead of Stafford. Good thing she was just following my directions and not actually listening.

I was so nervous- was it him. would he still be there. what would i do if he ran away from me.

I was out of the van before it was stopped. Calling him. I sat on the ground and as soon as he saw it was me he crawled out and into my lap. I cried. It still makes me teary to think about it. I just held him and told him how wonderful and brave he was.

He tried to bolt away from me so I had Jo bring me a leash. We loaded him in the van and then headed to work where I cut the majority of the burrs out. We gave him water and timbit.

Once home he settled. He is sleeping now in his crate, with an extra bed. I`ve fed him small amounts every few hours and I think he is content now. He is VERY stiff and sore. I`ve given him some Metacam, and will give him a few days before I stress him out with a vet visit. (and a bath!!!)

I know that it is going to take some time for Boone to be okay. I think he will heal physically within a week or so. Mentally not so much. He is nervous dog on a good day. He was forced into survivor mode for 40 hours. I know there will be some work ahead of us to get his mental state back to where it was. But I am confident it will come, and have no problem giving him the time he needs.

I am still in shock really. So hopefully I got all the stuff right. I was going to wait until tomorrow but I know there are some really caring people out there who want to know the story.

Thanks again to all my friends who drove, and walked for hours. And of course thanks to all the positive thoughts and well wishes. I cannot put into words how much your support means to me.

So thank you.