Im sorry that it has been so long since my last post. But here you go.
Man’s Best Friend
One of the most common titles for a dog is “mans best friend”. Kind of weird, huh? But if you have a dog, you know what that proverb states.
Yesterday, my neighbor’s dog was running (messing) around in our yard, and I thought back to a couple years ago, just a year or two after we got Hermione. Hermione has a notorious record for breaking her cable. Whenever this occurs we just wait an hour or two, and she’ll come wandering back into the yard. Well one Friday, yet another occurrence took place… she didn’t come back. We waited for hours. After calling around to the neighbors we hopped into our car and went to go looking for her. We looked everywhere. Parks, the canal, houses that we knew had cats, hence cat food (Hermione’s favorite), and every other place we could think of and some we couldn’t think of. After searching we called the pound, no answer. Either something happened to Hermione, or we stumbled upon her newfound skill at “hide-and-go-seek”.
Have you ever cried so hard and so long that you felt like you were going to throw up? Well I have and it was at the moment that I realized that I might never see her again. I cried all day and all night, I tried so hard to think about something else, nothing was a cure.
So Hermione died. Or so I believed. When Monday came around my dad put in one last call to the pound, what he thought to be a futile effort. And after the 17millionth time, they finally answered. When my dad gave them Hermione’s description, he said “Yeah we have her you can come and pick her up.” I was elated! Beyond that! I had never been so happy. I had gotten my Hermione back!
So as it turns out, after Hermione broke off her cable, she meandered up to the park where she cam across some kids playing baseball. As most of us know that dogs and baseballs, well balls in general, get along well together. So after a few feeble attempts to get the baseball back, Hermione had yet to learn the concept of “fetch”, they called it in.
The dogcatcher. He came, He saw, He conquered. And since Friday is the last day the pound is open, it was already closed when we called, and was closed for the entire weekend, hence nobody answering.
I believe that proverb, mans best friend. I love my dog and have never cried harder. Hey, we all need a best friend anyway.
