Shane and I spent our Sunday in Green Bay, WI watching the Packers win & we had a BLAST. It was so much fun, and I loved every second of it. It’s almost a four hour drive, so when we got home and picked up Lucy from my parents house….we were WIPED. Shane opened the door, let Boone dog out as usual and that was that. I put Lucy down and went straight to bed.
I woke up to Shane at 4am telling me that the front door was open, and Boone wasn’t in the house. I was freeeeeaking the freak out. Let me add in that Boone is my baby. He’s my first dog ever, and he’s amazing. The most loving, caring, and clingy dog you will ever meet. We can let him outside and we never worry about him leaving the yard. I never in a million years thought I would EVER be looking for my dog that got loose. So back to the story.Shane got up to go to the bathroom, and realized the door was open. Then it hit him….We were SO tired last night that we didn’t let Boone back in the house. Cue the dog parent guilt. Shane went out to the yard searching for him and I instantly started crying. I started blaming myself, because this could have totally been avoided if it wasn’t for me. The charger for Lucy’s monitor wasn’t working, and instead of me getting up and going to the kitchen to grab the other one, I just said forget it and left it. If I would have freaking got up for five freaking seconds I wouldn’t have been up sobbing at 4am over my dog. The guilt was soooo real.
After Shane walked the backyard and realized he wasn’t there, he got in his car and drove all around the neighborhood looking for him. I was getting so antsy and could NOT stop crying (legitimately sobbing), so after about fifteen minutes of me calling for him on the porch, I decided I couldn’t sit at home and wait, so I scooped Lucy out of her crib, got in my car and went searching. At 4:30 in the morning. Poor girl is a champ.
I drove around the opposite part of the neighborhood for probably twenty minutes, and no luck. I was getting SO hysterical because 1) It would be morning soon and I was terrified he would get hit by a car 2) His name tag fell off his collar, so literally if anyone found him they wouldn’t even know who to call. *don’t let your dogs outside without a name tag people* and 3) He is SO lovable and kind, I was actually convincing myself that if someone found him they would keep him forever.
So here I am, losing my shit at 5 am and I decided okay this isn’t working Lucy needs to get back in her crib. I pull in our driveway for a second, and then I just had this crazy overwhelming feeling that I needed to drive up our street one more time. One of his favorite places is the big school yard up by our house, so I thought maybe he just headed up there looking for a good time. So I drive up a few houses, look to my left, and see the faintest glowing eyes in the backyard of someone else’s house, I yelled “Boone dog” and he INSTANTLY came sprinting towards my car and tried to jump in my window. I found him!!!!! I don’t think I’ve ever been so relieved, ever. I was soooo happy to see him. The funniest part of this whole situation though, was that he wasn’t alone.
Boone runs up to my car, and behind him runs four other freaking dogs. Yes, FOUR. BOONE RALLIED UP HIS VERY OWN NEIGHBORHOOD DOG POSSE. I was in tears from laughing so hard, of course our dog, the friendliest dog there ever was, found some friends to romp around with on his boys night out. Two of the dogs turned around and headed into their own backyard, but two stuck around. They slept on our porch the rest of the night, and they went back to their homes this morning. Boone whined by the door wanting to play, and that’s how we know that even though we were going insane trying to find him, he had a great time on his boy’s night out.
Today we are very tired, and very grateful to have our boy back home. Sorry again, bud.