Ewwweee. What a day. Sorry I missed you guys yesterday, we had a bit of an adventure. We got a new, rescue puppy on Saturday. He's beautiful, young and a bit skittish. He was rescued from a hoarding situation and I guess that made him a little bit scared of the new surroundings. Well, long story short-- he got away from me on the first walk of the morning. And, being half asleep and wearing just dock shoes, a t-shirt and sweatpants at 7:00 a.m. on a 45*, dizzly-wet day, I was not able to catch him. I wouldn't have been able to catch him anyway. I'm a forty-something-year-old, fat, severely arthritic old man and he is a bolt of brown lightning.
Well, I got my son out of bed and my girlfriend and my old, reliable dog, too. We searched the neighborhood for hours. Searched the nearby woods, for hours. Put out Facebook posts and called the SPCA and local authorities. And we searched. Through bramble and brush. Hoping for a miracle. The rescue we got him from sent volunteers from an hour away. It was quite an effort. All hands on deck.
Then, around 4:00 p.m., the rescue called. A neighbor had found him, cold and scared. They called the rescue's phone number from the tag on his collar and we were reunited.
To what ends would you go, what efforts would you make to save a life? What if it was someone or something you loved? When does that love begin and where does it end?