Lost Puppy, Found PuppyPosted: April 10, 2017
Tonight was one of those evenings that gets your adrenaline up. Anxiety levels certainly rose a couple of notches. Mary and eldest daughter Rachel came in from the evening feeding and announced one of the puppies, Snowball, had not come when called for dinner. It was time to go looking. All four of us headed out the door and started scouring the property, calling for the dog. After the property search, we started checking buildings and pits and holes. It sure looked like she had fled the ranch. Rachel and I hopped in the truck to look along the road.
After going as far up the road as we thought she could have possibly wandered and letting a neighbor know what was up, we turned around and started heading up driveways and talking to a couple of other neighbors. In one area we heard a few barks that sounded a lot like her and gave that area a heavy going over. Never did find the dog barking there. So off the other direction we went. Talked to a couple more neighbors. Loosing a puppy is a great way to meet people. And I guess it was rush hour because we ran into lots of folks coming home or just leaving. Finally, we got to my immediate neighbor to the south of us who told us the puppies had been there earlier fooling around in his field. Finally, a clue! He said we could drive back there and look, so we did. I left Rachel at one end and I drove down toward the river real slow. Then I saw her. A white lump that jumped a little. She wasn’t moving normally and her head looked black. Oddly, that’s not all that unusual for Great Pyrenees. Ours routinely come home with black faces. So I got out and went over. She had her head stuck in a plastic food container that had vanilla whey protein in it. Not sure if there was any in there when the dog found it but it sure smelled, well, vanilla-ee. And so did the dog. She was stuck good and had probably been that way for hours. I got the container off her head. She looked pathetic. No picture. I did think about it though! She was soggy, weed and burr covered, and wiped out. She did smell very nice though!
We got her home and have now gone into mother hen recovery mode. She must have drunk a gallon of water when we got back to the house. Now she’s inside with us with her sister, most likely milking this for all it’s worth. But, we need to keep an eye on her for a while, so she gets to milk it all she wants. The other mutts aren’t too happy about the change but they’ll live. I’m coming down from the event and trying to decompress. We were supposed to go out tonight for an event but that got preempted by Snowball’s antics. It’d be nice to think the dog learned something from this, but if she did, it’s probably only that there’s good smelling trash next door and I should go back and check it out again! I guess that’s puppy hood.
Never a dull moment around the Double Portion Ranch.