Friday, July 2, 2010

Omie, don't you EVER do that to me again!

Our lil' pit bull Omie escaped out of an open window on Monday afternoon, and went missing for about 24 hours. The window was only open about ten inches, but pit bulls are known escape artists. We should have known better. We have no excuse. Omie had seemingly mellowed out in her middle age, and we got lax. She must have seen a cat, or a squirrel, and just made a break for it.

Steve searched and searched for her on Monday evening, until it was too dark to look any more. On Tuesday morning, we searched some more, posted fliers all over the neighborhood, checked at the shelter, called the police (to see if any incidents had been reported), called Animal Control, tried to check lists of dogs reported dead. It was awful. By Tuesday afternoon, I was trying to come to terms with the reality that I might never see my pooch again. That I might never know what happened to her.

Oakland is not a safe place for a friendly little pit bull. Especially one who approaches every stranger with her tail wagging and likes to sleep under the covers in bed at night.

Tuesday night, we finally got a call - someone had found her!

An hour later, she was home, a little traumatized, and ready to curl up on the couch for a nap. I wish she could tell us how she spent her night in the Wilds of Oakland. We'll never know what happened to her during those 24 hours.

My family was whole again. I cried with relief.

"BAD DOG!" Hug, hug, kiss, kiss, kiss.

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