The Great Escape? Long post.
I opened the back door and felt this pull from the breeze and I thought I better close it quickly before a door slams. Then it hit me, I hadn't opened a window, surely the front door wasn't open. I ran through the lounge, "Oh no! The baby gate is open", I ran to the hall, OH NO, THE FRONT DOOR IS OPEN". I grabbed some shoes, my keys and phone and ran out into the street and yelled Dylan a couple of times, no sign of him. I banged furiously on my neighbours door and shouted through the letter box, "Cheryl! Dylan's gone!". Their front door was locked and I wasn't waiting around for her to find the key, I knew she'd come help me.
There's two ways he could have gone. To the right is the town, to the left is the park. I ran towards the park. I spotted my other neighbour and asked her to grab Dylan if she saw him. Off I went, in silver ballet pumps, the easiest thing I could pull on over socks but not good for running. I was so frightened, I could hardly use my legs, I wasn't getting anywhere. I got to the end of my road and turned right up the hill to the park.
I had my mobile so I phoned my Mum, she could hardly hear me I was yelling down the phone. She and my step Dad jumped in the car. In my panic I rang my daughter by mistake but didn't realize and she could hear everything going on, poor thing.
My neighbour Cheryl caught up with me. I had not long turned the corner when I spotted Dylan in the distance, being mostly white, he stood out. He was with a young girl and a woman. I yelled out to pick him up as a car came past but they stopped the car. It is a quiet road thank God. I was so worried Dylan wouldn't come to me, his recall his terrible and he dodges me when I go to pick him up. He also doesn't wear a collar due to having Syringomyelia.
I dropped my phone and keys and knelt on the floor (a good way to get a dog to come to you) and yelled "DYLAN" as loud as I could. He ran as fast as he could straight into my arms, I scooped him up and I started crying. I'm welling up now thinking about it.
The woman went back into her house, the girl joined us. She told us that she had been walking back from town and saw him. He stayed with her for about 5 minutes while she knocked on doors. We all walked home together and I made a mental note of where she lived, just round the corner. (I bought her some presents today.)
We walked back home, me, my neighbour and Dylan in my arms. My other neighbour was waiting for us with her little boy. We all stood together and for some reason, Dylan howled and howled for ages. Maybe he felt our nerves, maybe he wanted to get at the cat in my drive, maybe he heard the horses in the road? Passersby were laughing he was so loud.
Anyone who knows me would understand how this is my biggest fear. I am so careful and drum it into everyone to check the baby gate is closed before opening the door. I don't know who closed the door last, my Mum and step Dad had been over that day...I usually see them out though. I don't want to remember, I'm telling myself it was my fault so I don't get upset with anyone.
An hour later, just to add to Dylan's adventures, his new best friend Foxy came to sleep over. I'll write another thread with pics.
Last edited by *Pauline*; 5th April 2010 at 06:06 PM.
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