This little imp got away from me today. The gate was left open and I didn't know. I found him in the neighbors yard and was able to grab him. But he slipped out of the collar and ran. He went to the cemetery at the end of the street. It's where we go for walks. He's not fast but I could not catch him. I didn't lose sight of him and sent a text to my sister. Stewart, gate open, cemetery. She was on her way quick. He followed our usual walking pattern and I stayed close but couldn't reach him physically. I was sick thinking about losing him. There was a little lost dog in my neighborhood last week that didn't survive. That's all I kept thinking. Don't lose sight of him. He will eventually tire out and slow down. He would get close but he saw it as a game. Finally my sister found us and he went right to her. She picked his ass up and threw it in her car and slammed the door. I don't think he knew what hit him. Physically I've recovered but emotionally? It will be a long time. I can't even look at him. I want to hold him so tight but push him away at the same time. I'm still grieving over Piper. I don't have it in me to lose another dog yet. We will be working on recalls and proofing every day. Fortunately my friend is a trainer so she will be helping. She always said the most important thing to teach your dog is the recall. It may save their life some day. This is my second chance with Stewart. I learned the hard way that his recall is crap. Hug your dogs a little closer tonight but also check the gates.
