First off, Blair is doing great. She's really responding well to the new asthma meds and seems like a whole new Boogie.
We've had quite a traumatic weekend. Let me see if I can break it down for you:
Thursday, 11:50pm - Daisy wakes me up to let her out for a potty break. I stumble, half awake, to the front door and let her out, then stumble back to bed. While it only takes her a few seconds to pee, she then has to patrol the yard to make sure nothing is out of place. This takes a while, which is why I went back to bed to wait for her to bark at the door indicating that the yard is safe and she is ready to crawl back into her bed. We have an invisible fence and Daisy is great with it - she knows her boundaries now and we rarely put her collar on her anymore. She did not have her collar on when I let her out this particular night.
Friday, 12:20am - Our doorbell rings. We know this can't be good news. Either the boogie man is politely ringing the bell before he comes in to attack us, or we're about to get some seriously bad news. Brian stumbles to the door, I hear it open, and must have managed to doze back off because the next thing I remember is Brian coming back into the bedroom and saying the following to me:
"I think Daisy has been hit by a car."
I felt all the color drain from my face, and it seemed like my heart stopped beating.
The midnight guest claimed to have seen the car in front of him hit a dog with "floppy brown ears." He said the dog was knocked down, but then got up and ran into the woods in the opposite direction as our house.
We spent the next two hours searching everywhere with a flashlight. Both sides of the road, the woods, all the neighbors yards (yes, I actually had one neighbor later tell me that she nearly called the police when she saw the flashlight in her back yard in the wee hours of the morning). At about 3:40am, we decided there was nothing more we could do without knocking on doors and waking folks up. So, we got back in bed to wait for daylight. No, I didn't go back to sleep. All I could think of was poor Daisy, laying injured somewhere and waiting for us to find her.
Friday, 6:20am - I go out looking again, despite Brian's protests. I told him I'd only be gone long enough for him to drink a cup of coffee and wake up more. There was no blood on the road, no sign of Daisy.
Friday, 6:30am - Brian goes out looking. Knocking on doors, the whole nine yards. He's gone for about an hour. I was feeding Blair in the nursery so that we could see out the window and watch for Brian to come home, hopefully with Daisy by his side. When we finally see him, there's still no sign of Daisy.
Friday, 7:30am - I decide to take a shower and head to work. We were trying to be optimistic...thinking that she'd probably find her way home today if she was alive. I was going stir crazy at home, and I had some work that I needed to do.
Friday, 10:30am - I decide to go back home, as I wasn't getting anything done at work and couldn't stop crying. I had called animal control and all the vet offices in the area to see if someone had dropped Daisy off - no one had seen a basset hound in the last 24 hours. I made some fliers before I left and made copies - I was going to go door to door in the neighborhood which was in the direction our midnight guest said that Daisy ran.
Friday, 12:00pm - After talking to several of my neighbors and explaining what was going on, I trek off into the woods. There's maybe two acres of woods, and I combed every inch. Brian had done the same thing earlier in the morning, but I thought maybe he had missed something. I looked everywhere - nothing.
Friday, 1:00pm - I put fliers in every mailbox in the neighborhood. Several people were working in their yards and I spoke to them. I'm normally not this social, but I was desperate to get my Daisy back and was sure that all of these complete strangers would surely want to help me find her. Several of the people I spoke to had seen Daisy...Wednesday morning. Apparently she had a little adventure Wednesday morning. I didn't even care. I wanted to find her more than anything. At the end of the street, as I put a flier in the last mailbox, I swore I heard Daisy barking from inside the house. No one was home, and since every dog I had heard barking since Daisy disappeared sounded like her to me, I dismissed it and kept walking. I thought for a second about breaking into the house to make sure it wasn't Daisy, but then I remembered Blair. How would Daddy explain why Mommy's in jail?
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to come to terms with the fact that I may never see Daisy again. I was heartbroken - I've had this dog since she was 6 weeks old, and she's now 12. We've been through so much together - deaths, heart breaks, college, marriage, and everything in between - and she truly is my other child. Every time I would catch a glance of her food bowl, a toy, her bed, old pee stains on the carpet...I would cry hysterically. Before we went to bed, I half jokingly said to Brian...
"Wouldn't it be nice if we woke up in the morning and Daisy was on the front porch?"
Saturday 7:00am - I woke up, and out of habit went to the front door and looked outside. My heart nearly lept out of my chest.
Daisy was laying on the front porch. I flung the door open and she jumped up and ran inside. I dropped to the floor and began hugging her. She wasn't limping, had no visible injuries...she seemed fine!
I took her to the vet just to have her checked out...just in case there were internal injuries. After giving her a very thorough exam, the vet said...
"If she was hit by a car, she's the luckiest dog I've ever seen because she is FINE!"
It's still a big mystery as to what exactly happened. We think she probably almost got hit by the car or perhaps it may have just barely grazed her. Then, someone (probably in the house at the end of the street) took her in since she didn't have a collar on. When they got my flier, they decided to bring her back to us sometime during the night.
Daisy, who is moving a little slower than normal and sleeping a little more than normal, has moved back up a notch in our little family. While she had been getting neglected due to our new human child, we've begun making up for all the neglected pets, belly rubs and hugs.
All is well again in the Burnett household.
By the way, Blair slept through the entire ordeal Thursday night. :)
We've had quite a traumatic weekend. Let me see if I can break it down for you:
Thursday, 11:50pm - Daisy wakes me up to let her out for a potty break. I stumble, half awake, to the front door and let her out, then stumble back to bed. While it only takes her a few seconds to pee, she then has to patrol the yard to make sure nothing is out of place. This takes a while, which is why I went back to bed to wait for her to bark at the door indicating that the yard is safe and she is ready to crawl back into her bed. We have an invisible fence and Daisy is great with it - she knows her boundaries now and we rarely put her collar on her anymore. She did not have her collar on when I let her out this particular night.
Friday, 12:20am - Our doorbell rings. We know this can't be good news. Either the boogie man is politely ringing the bell before he comes in to attack us, or we're about to get some seriously bad news. Brian stumbles to the door, I hear it open, and must have managed to doze back off because the next thing I remember is Brian coming back into the bedroom and saying the following to me:
"I think Daisy has been hit by a car."
I felt all the color drain from my face, and it seemed like my heart stopped beating.
The midnight guest claimed to have seen the car in front of him hit a dog with "floppy brown ears." He said the dog was knocked down, but then got up and ran into the woods in the opposite direction as our house.
We spent the next two hours searching everywhere with a flashlight. Both sides of the road, the woods, all the neighbors yards (yes, I actually had one neighbor later tell me that she nearly called the police when she saw the flashlight in her back yard in the wee hours of the morning). At about 3:40am, we decided there was nothing more we could do without knocking on doors and waking folks up. So, we got back in bed to wait for daylight. No, I didn't go back to sleep. All I could think of was poor Daisy, laying injured somewhere and waiting for us to find her.
Friday, 6:20am - I go out looking again, despite Brian's protests. I told him I'd only be gone long enough for him to drink a cup of coffee and wake up more. There was no blood on the road, no sign of Daisy.
Friday, 6:30am - Brian goes out looking. Knocking on doors, the whole nine yards. He's gone for about an hour. I was feeding Blair in the nursery so that we could see out the window and watch for Brian to come home, hopefully with Daisy by his side. When we finally see him, there's still no sign of Daisy.
Friday, 7:30am - I decide to take a shower and head to work. We were trying to be optimistic...thinking that she'd probably find her way home today if she was alive. I was going stir crazy at home, and I had some work that I needed to do.
Friday, 10:30am - I decide to go back home, as I wasn't getting anything done at work and couldn't stop crying. I had called animal control and all the vet offices in the area to see if someone had dropped Daisy off - no one had seen a basset hound in the last 24 hours. I made some fliers before I left and made copies - I was going to go door to door in the neighborhood which was in the direction our midnight guest said that Daisy ran.
Friday, 12:00pm - After talking to several of my neighbors and explaining what was going on, I trek off into the woods. There's maybe two acres of woods, and I combed every inch. Brian had done the same thing earlier in the morning, but I thought maybe he had missed something. I looked everywhere - nothing.
Friday, 1:00pm - I put fliers in every mailbox in the neighborhood. Several people were working in their yards and I spoke to them. I'm normally not this social, but I was desperate to get my Daisy back and was sure that all of these complete strangers would surely want to help me find her. Several of the people I spoke to had seen Daisy...Wednesday morning. Apparently she had a little adventure Wednesday morning. I didn't even care. I wanted to find her more than anything. At the end of the street, as I put a flier in the last mailbox, I swore I heard Daisy barking from inside the house. No one was home, and since every dog I had heard barking since Daisy disappeared sounded like her to me, I dismissed it and kept walking. I thought for a second about breaking into the house to make sure it wasn't Daisy, but then I remembered Blair. How would Daddy explain why Mommy's in jail?
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to come to terms with the fact that I may never see Daisy again. I was heartbroken - I've had this dog since she was 6 weeks old, and she's now 12. We've been through so much together - deaths, heart breaks, college, marriage, and everything in between - and she truly is my other child. Every time I would catch a glance of her food bowl, a toy, her bed, old pee stains on the carpet...I would cry hysterically. Before we went to bed, I half jokingly said to Brian...
"Wouldn't it be nice if we woke up in the morning and Daisy was on the front porch?"
Saturday 7:00am - I woke up, and out of habit went to the front door and looked outside. My heart nearly lept out of my chest.
Daisy was laying on the front porch. I flung the door open and she jumped up and ran inside. I dropped to the floor and began hugging her. She wasn't limping, had no visible injuries...she seemed fine!
I took her to the vet just to have her checked out...just in case there were internal injuries. After giving her a very thorough exam, the vet said...
"If she was hit by a car, she's the luckiest dog I've ever seen because she is FINE!"
It's still a big mystery as to what exactly happened. We think she probably almost got hit by the car or perhaps it may have just barely grazed her. Then, someone (probably in the house at the end of the street) took her in since she didn't have a collar on. When they got my flier, they decided to bring her back to us sometime during the night.
Daisy, who is moving a little slower than normal and sleeping a little more than normal, has moved back up a notch in our little family. While she had been getting neglected due to our new human child, we've begun making up for all the neglected pets, belly rubs and hugs.
All is well again in the Burnett household.
By the way, Blair slept through the entire ordeal Thursday night. :)
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3 comments:
Wow, you had me in tears. I am so glad your first baby came home!!!! Jen
You had me in tears too... I can't imagine how you felt during that time when you thought she was missing. Man, that was so sad... I'm glad there was a happy ending!
Our dog, Tyson, almost got hit by a car last month. We felt like we were given a 2nd chance with him and have been loving him like crazy ever since : )
Dearest Aunt Wendy, Thank you so much for putting Mumsie and Da Da in line with the Daisy Excape Saga. I, too, have been neglected for over 4 years now, and nothing seems to break the cycle. Not even when I eat my own vomit! Many wags and woo's to you. Love, Whitney (8.5yr Cocker Spaniel from Pooler)
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