Galupy
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It's going to be a hot one today so I headed out into the woods with the dogs before breakfast. I thought we'd go out for a fair bit because it's been a long week for the Galupy mutts. Half an hour into our walk (and some running too) the two off leash hounds ran ahead a little bit to get down to a river which they always do. Then suddenly they took off into the woods with Bella in full cry which is rare. Then there was lot of frenzied barking and then it went quiet. Nothing. By this point I can't see those two at all and Dakota (always on the leash) is doing back flips at the end of the leash. I call and call and call and whistle and whistle and whistle and nothing. Ten minutes after they ran off, Willie comes weaving his way through the woods to where I was. Twenty minutes after that, still calling and whistling, still no Bella. By this point I am frantic. I've had them both five and a half years and they have never run off and we've hiked many many times both around where we live and on various holidays - they run ahead every so often but they are the kind of dogs that look back for you often to make sure that you are there. I know then that Bella would be back with me by now if she could be. I start imagining that she's hurt somewhere in the woods that I can't even walk through because they are so thick (and I have a bunch of cuts on my arms where I tried to get to where she'd gone) or that she's lost and will be lost for a long time because where I live now is very rural and woodsy. All sorts of things are running through my mind.
I call my OH in tears so that he can come and help. He comes back from where he is going and when he gets to the car park of the trail where I was hiking, he calls me to tell me that Bella is there, he'd found her pacing around my car. She'd gone back to the car by herself and was waiting for me.
Here's a gratuitous pic of my girl because while she frightened the living daylights out of me, I'm extremely proud of her - and horrendously relieved - that she got herself lost and found her way back to us despite there being a whole host of places where she could have chosen the wrong trail along the way:
She's none the worse for the wear either and seems to be taking it as something completely normal - like "where were you, I was waiting for you at the car." Phew, now I'm not sure I can do anything else today after that ... I don't think they can either as they are all flat out in their beds.
Has anyone else had a similar experience?
I call my OH in tears so that he can come and help. He comes back from where he is going and when he gets to the car park of the trail where I was hiking, he calls me to tell me that Bella is there, he'd found her pacing around my car. She'd gone back to the car by herself and was waiting for me.
Here's a gratuitous pic of my girl because while she frightened the living daylights out of me, I'm extremely proud of her - and horrendously relieved - that she got herself lost and found her way back to us despite there being a whole host of places where she could have chosen the wrong trail along the way:
She's none the worse for the wear either and seems to be taking it as something completely normal - like "where were you, I was waiting for you at the car." Phew, now I'm not sure I can do anything else today after that ... I don't think they can either as they are all flat out in their beds.
Has anyone else had a similar experience?
Bloody dogs!
