Our dog, the beloved Biscuit, ran off this evening. I just got back after searching for him for five hours. I have no idea where or how far he could've gone in those five hours. I let him run around outside for about 20 minutes at the end of the day, playing with a white dog we'd never seen before.
When it was time to leave, he was no where to be found -- neither was the white dog. I went over to my nearest neighbor (Eddie), who helped me look around. He told me a little bit of info about our neighbors, and I searched over where this white dog was apparently from. I found him and some of his friends, but no Biscuit. I called another friend, named Tornado, who helped by looking around and calling some other neighbors. I joined up with Eddie and we went four-wheeling around with a spotlight. Afterwards I went out on foot with my spotlight and walked over to where the white dog lives. It was a ways away. I found the white dog and his friends. They stayed with me for the next couple of hours. After I got back to the office, I got in the car and drove in other directions, staying in first gear and going pretty slow. The two dogs came with me on foot. They were real troopers. I kept telling the white dog that he'd better help, since he was (probably) the one that got Biscuit to run off.
Now I'm back at the office and plan on spending the night here, just in case Biscuit finds his way home. I've been praying a lot, asking God to help me find Biscuit. I feel pretty low right now.
Posted by Doug Van Pelt at March 1, 2007 11:48 PM