109. Lost Dog

Wrigley Bear was a bad little pup today.

First I should start out by explaining that the soil here isn't really dirt at all, but sand.  Our backyard is a beach minus the the beautiful ocean, add some ugly weeds and dog poop.  Lovely.

With the soil being sand it makes it very easy for our dogs to dig, which they have done in the past, but always into the neighbor's yard because she has a small dog as well.  Our dogs get very excited at the prospect of new friends.  We have blocked that side of our fence with cinder blocks to prevent them from going under it.  But after a year and 4 months of living in this house Wrigs decided to dig out under the back fence which instead of leading to a neighbor's yard leads to woods.

Baby J and I spent 30 minutes walking around the neighborhood and back to the edge of the woods hollering "WRIGLEY!".  I was getting panicky thinking of my little doggie being hit by a car, or getting lost in the woods, or someone finding and stealing him.  He is microchipped, but wasn't wearing his collar on this particular morning.  So after searching without success I came home and began working on 'Lost Dog' posters.  That's when my doorbell rang and the young Asian boy who lives across the street pointed to the end of our street and said, "your dog maybe there?".  And he was right, yes it was my dog there and as soon as Wrigley saw me step out the door he came running home with dirty paws and wet face, seeming pretty happy about his adventure.  I'm just thankful to have him home.  He may be an ornery thing sometimes, but we've had him since he was just a little Peter and I couldn't imagine our family without him.