About an hour ago, I got a call at work from a woman who asked me "Is
your dog Peanut?" I said yes, and she said "I found him running loose
and I have him at <address>." I thanked her profusely and tried to call
David from the other phone, but got his voicemail. Thirty seconds later
I got a hysterical call from him, as the dog walker had come back
without Peanut and with the other two dogs on mixed-up leashes. Luckily
I was able to tell him Peanut was safe and he told me later that he
literally collapsed on the floor when I told him that, out of relief.
I left work and grabbed a taxi, where the woman who found Peanut was
waiting with him in her car, and she even gave me a ride home (it was
about six or eight blocks from here, and Peanut's leash had come home
without him). David feels terrible and is an emotional wreck even
though this is not even remotely anything he is responsible for, but
this is his worst nightmare--and he felt even worse because it was *my*
dog who was lost.
We are still trying to get the full story from the dog walker. What
little we have so far is that apparently he was jumped by two guys while
he was bringing the three dogs back here, and somehow Peanut got loose
and took off. Something about his bicycle (although I cannot imagine a
single reason someone walking three dogs professionally was being
accompanied by or possibly riding a bicycle), although if it were me I
would rather buy a new bicycle than try to explain to a client why I
lost their dog. The other co-owner is supposed to have called us back
and hasn't. If we don't hear soon I think all three of us (David,
Michael, and I) will be down there tomorrow to find out the story.
Obviously this company won't be doing anything for our dogs anymore no
matter what, but we would like to know what happened.
The only reason I am not also hysterical is that I knew Peanut was all
right at the same time I found out he was missing. I can't imagine my
reaction otherwise, because this is also my worst nightmare.
I told the woman who found him and who held him for me that anything I
owned was hers, but she wouldn't take anything. She just said "I have a
little dog of my own at home." Maria, if you read this, the offer still
stands...if you ever need *anything* from me, just ask. I will be
eternally grateful to you forever.
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Bright eyes/burning like fire, | Kevin Michael Vail
Bright eyes/how can you close and fail? | kevin@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
can the light that shone so brightly | . . . . . . . . . .
Suddenly ****ne so pale?/Bright eyes | . . . . . . . . .
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