Bella's Big Adventure

August 17, 2013

Bella snuck through the hole in the fence and disappeared in the blink of an eye. She seemed so well responsive when I suggested that, if she ate all of her food, after swallowing the meds I shoved down her throat, the three of us could head out for a stroll around the neighborhood. I let the dogs out in the back, turned around to get the leash off the hook, and she was gone. I raced back into the house, to bolt out the front door, glanced to the left and right, down the street, across the boulevard, discouraged since there was no sign of a white rear end and tail. No jingle of a collar and tags. Nothing. I grabbed my cell phone, shouting at Tyrus to go find Bella, while frantically dialing my friend’s cell phone. Left a garbled message about a dog gone missing, requested a call back to tell me where Bella tends to run off to, please give me a clue as to what to do. I scooted around the block, peering down alleys and between houses, begging pedestrians for information about a little white dog run amok. The owner phoned back within the quarter hour, to tell me Bella would return to the house, in time. I should try hollering her name as loudly as I can, with accompanied clapping. It took less than five minutes, and she came through the yard, tongue hanging out of her mouth, unmoved by my obvious distress at her AWOL adventure. I could hardly scold her. Clipped on the leash and meandered down the street on our waylaid walk.