Don't worry, there's a happy ending
Last Friday, my dog went missing! She lives with my parents and she's nearly twenty years old and she's been diligently trying to escape for about eighteen, because she's a wily terrier and that's what they do. On Friday someone (my dad) left the back gate open for five minutes too long, and she finally managed it!Somehow, no one bothered to tell me about this. My family's not big on communication. The first thing I knew was when I rocked up to the house on Monday afternoon to pick up a car for Birmingham Fun, and discovered the 'Lost Dog' sign in the front garden. This was a bit of a shock, to say the least, and I was quite upset but there really wasn't anything I could do. She doesn't wear a collar, she's not microchipped and she doesn't answer to her name (Meg). My parents and brother had done all the searching that could be done, and we were resigned to the idea that we probably wouldn't see her again.
Then, yesterday, when I went to drop the car back off (which I didn't quite manage, as it's now parked outside my house again), a lady had phoned the police who phoned us, asking did this description sound like our dog? It did! The lady had found her, outside a chip shop, ten miles from my parents' house. Ten miles! Not only that, but to get there she had to cross the A610 roundabout which is hella busy at all times and as far as I know we've never taught her to use a zebra crossing.
So, my parents went to pick her (Meg, not the lady) up. There was a bit of general celebration but then my mum nearly threw her (again, the dog) into the canal on the way home because she was whining so much. Meg's never really been a fan of car journeys. My dad's opinion is that someone found her wandering the streets, put her in their car (either to abduct her or rescue her) and then got so sick of her yapping from the backseat that they kicked her out a few miles down the road. However she got to that chip shop, she was in one piece and has had quite the adventure!
(I think my parents are a bit miffed to have her back to be honest, they were planning to go on holiday.)
posted by Lucy at 5:37 pm
5 Comments:
Glad to read that you're home safely, Meg.
Lucy, your shaggy dog story is better than mine. You win! But Meg should get the credit.
If the dog I had found had turned out to have walked a few extra miles, then maybe the end result would have been different (I WIN!)
Anyway, the important thing is that your parents can't go on holiday and that you found out about them not telling you that Meg had run away in the first place. Also, clearly Meg doesn't want to live with your parents, which makes me think that the RSPCA should be involved (FISHES)
Did Meg get my battered sausage and small portion of chips after all that?
Meg is a dog of very low taste and would have scoffed your sausage and chips as soon as look at you.
My parents will still go on holiday, only I'll end up dog-sitting and inevitably the RSPCA will get involved (pouring Baileys into her waterbowl).
Good times, good times.
i think we should make a film of megs life. Im sure she was just waiting for a chance to bugger off into the great wilderness. Quite why she went down eastwood is a mystery. I would have headed to Barking [heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh] i have taken more suitable photographs for when she next goes missing.
perhaps the dog we got back isnt actually meg? hmmmmmm
HEY ERIC
Waaaaaaay ahead of you.
woof woof
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