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sasha_feather) wrote2012-05-29 10:48 pm
sasha_feather) wrote2012-05-29 10:48 pm
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Sorcha's misadventure
First: my dog is A-OK!
On Saturday during WisCon I went home for the dinner hour and Tiptree Auction, thinking I'd have a little rest, walk the dog, have a light supper at home, and just take a relaxing break. Ahahahah, yeah right!
The main dog park by my house was closed for the Brat Fest, meaning the gates were open to let people park there. So I took Sorcha into the small dog park next to it, which has fence on 3 sides and a creek on the 4th side. We walked all the way down and started walking back, when she went down to the water. I thought she was sniffing it or taking a drink, but suddenly she jumped in and started leaping/swimming across the creek! I stood on the bike path yelling at her, but she kept going all the way across and up the other bank. I've only had her for five weeks: I had no idea her interests and talents included swimming in filthy creek water.
I yelled at a man standing there, "Can you catch her?" But he couldn't? I contemplated leaping into the shallow water after her, but instead I walked all the way down to the bridge and crossed the creek. By that time she was long gone. I texted my roommate who called back and said he'd come help me look for her. Crying, I asked every passing bicyclist and pedestrian if they had seen a dog. The first people had; everyone else said no.
I walked all the way down to Lake Monona when my phone rang; some bicylists had found her! My number is on her tag on her collar. The man stayed on the phone with me while I walked over to the railroad tracks where they were. Apparently she had been running in traffic on a busy thoroughfare while people honked at her! When I got her back on leash, she did not appear scared though-- just wet, dirty, stinky and bedraggled. I was so grateful I gave the good Samaritan a hug. My roommate met up with me and called Sorcha "the devil's mistress": "She is so calm and sweet, but secretly she is up to no good!".
When we got home I immediately made her get in the tub for a shower.
Then I took a shower myself, had a little snack and an outfit change, and it was time to go back into WisCon.
ETA: Google maps tells me that her route of running is a little over a half mile; the whole thing probably took less than 20 minutes (but felt longer).
On Saturday during WisCon I went home for the dinner hour and Tiptree Auction, thinking I'd have a little rest, walk the dog, have a light supper at home, and just take a relaxing break. Ahahahah, yeah right!
The main dog park by my house was closed for the Brat Fest, meaning the gates were open to let people park there. So I took Sorcha into the small dog park next to it, which has fence on 3 sides and a creek on the 4th side. We walked all the way down and started walking back, when she went down to the water. I thought she was sniffing it or taking a drink, but suddenly she jumped in and started leaping/swimming across the creek! I stood on the bike path yelling at her, but she kept going all the way across and up the other bank. I've only had her for five weeks: I had no idea her interests and talents included swimming in filthy creek water.
I yelled at a man standing there, "Can you catch her?" But he couldn't? I contemplated leaping into the shallow water after her, but instead I walked all the way down to the bridge and crossed the creek. By that time she was long gone. I texted my roommate who called back and said he'd come help me look for her. Crying, I asked every passing bicyclist and pedestrian if they had seen a dog. The first people had; everyone else said no.
I walked all the way down to Lake Monona when my phone rang; some bicylists had found her! My number is on her tag on her collar. The man stayed on the phone with me while I walked over to the railroad tracks where they were. Apparently she had been running in traffic on a busy thoroughfare while people honked at her! When I got her back on leash, she did not appear scared though-- just wet, dirty, stinky and bedraggled. I was so grateful I gave the good Samaritan a hug. My roommate met up with me and called Sorcha "the devil's mistress": "She is so calm and sweet, but secretly she is up to no good!".
When we got home I immediately made her get in the tub for a shower.
Then I took a shower myself, had a little snack and an outfit change, and it was time to go back into WisCon.
ETA: Google maps tells me that her route of running is a little over a half mile; the whole thing probably took less than 20 minutes (but felt longer).