The chorus to this song goes especially well with the rest of this post.
Oh my gosh folks, I had quite the day
Katy, the Greyhound we are fostering, got OUT and ran away while I was in the driveway emptying some curb finds from my car.
And when I say RAN, I’m not kidding!
She took off at full speed up the road as I foolishly tried to run after her…flat out screaming her name in an effort to get her back.
Have you ever seen a greyhound run? If you haven’t you need to check out this video from YouTube showing a greyhound running at 75km (45 mph) alongside a car. This is what Katy was running like as I was trying to chase her.
(this is NOT my video, just one I found on YouTube)
The speed limit on my street is 45, and she was outrunning the cars.
It was awful.
Let me backtrack just a minute.
Mike had taken the other two dogs to Petsmart to get their nails clipped, so I figured I would take the opportunity to
put away some pieces I had curbshopped on Saturday on my way home from Mom’s house.
Katy was whiney because the other dogs were gone, so I let her out into our fenced yard and closed the sliding door to the breezeway so she couldn’t come back in.
The other door to the breezeway takes you out to the driveway. I had been going back and forth thru it to bring stuff inside.
Well, somehow Katy managed to open the sliding door; all I can think of is that it wasn’t shut all the way and she was able to squeeze her nose into the crack and push it open.
(Photo below is an old picture showing the breezeway sliding door to the back yard.)
then she pushed the screen door to the driveway open too, I figure it probably didn’t latch all the way when I went back out.
(photo below is an old pic that shows the driveway side screen door just so you can get an idea of what I’m talking about)
So here I am taking a wicker end table out of the car and Katy appears in the driveway. I was in shock, I called her to me, she starts toward me and then changes her mind.
As she turns I LUNGE for her; frantically trying to get hold of her, coming up just short.
She breaks into full stride and starts running up the road along the shoulder.
I’m SCREAMING her name at the top of my lungs and running after her before I realize there is no way I’m going to catch up to her. I see her turn out of sight down a side street about 2 blocks up and I ran back to get my car.
First I had to run in the house and grab my keys, phone, and a leash. I’m a shaking mess of fear at this point, barely able to think.
I hop in the car and back up……right over the wicker table I had just unloaded!
I stop, pull forward, and run back to pull out the now mangled table from under the car.
I toss it aside and head out.
I’m driving up the street slowly, so very slow, trying to scan the yards on either side for signs of Katy.
As you know, she’s white, and the ground around here is still mostly snow covered.
How on earth am I going to spot Katy amongst all this white?
Every person I saw I stopped and asked them if they had seen a white greyhound come by.
I get through to Mike on the cell phone, he tries to calm me down and heads home.
There’s no calming me.
My voice was hoarse, I was coughing uncontrollably from all the yelling.
I call Wendy, our rescue group contact person, to start the lost dog chain…a system where other greyhound owners are called to help in the search when a dog gets lost. I get her voicemail and leave a very LOUD frantic message. I have no clue what I said.
The car windows are open so I can see better on both sides and can yell to people I see out in their yards.
‘Please God, keep her safe. Please keep her off the main roads.” I’m praying at this point.
I see something at the side of the road and my heart stops.
It’s a dead deer that had been hit by a car.
“Oh God, don’t let Katy get hit.” I revise my prayer.
Mike pulls up alongside me and I give him an update. He turns right, I keep going straight.
A minute later he calls me.
“I got her!”
Apparently she had stopped in somebody’s yard and walked right up to the man who was outside his house. He petted her and took her by the collar, seeing there was a phone number on her tag. He took her inside his house and called.
It was the number to our Greyhound Rescue group.
He got voicemail and left a message, then decided she might belong to the lady down the street, as he had seen her with greyhounds before.
So he put a leash on Katy and walked her down to check. Obviously he found that Katy didn’t belong to her, so he turned and started walking back.
That’s when Mike spotted them.
Walking along the road, like they were taking a Sunday stroll.
Oh ,Thank-you Dear God!
I quickly turn around and head back towards Mike. He is gone, but I see a man walking with a leash in hand.
I stop beside him.
Are you the man who found our dog?
Yes Ma’am, he says.. I spend several minutes thanking him profusely, tears of relief and joy running down my face.
As I’m talking to this man, Wendy calls to tell me Katy was found. I assure her we already got Katy back and she is safe.
Back home, Mike is still getting all the dogs inside, especially our little runaway.
He sees furniture scattered around the driveway and asks “Where’d that come from?”
“Um, Never mind.” I say, feeling oh so guilty for letting my curb finds distract me from keeping this precious dog safe.
My enthusiasm for my new finds has dissipated. I don’t even feel like taking pictures of it for the blog anymore.
That was just too scary.
I felt like I aged 10 years from that.
Maybe someday I’ll get around to showing you those curb finds.
But first I need to recover.
If nothing else, I want to remind all you dog owners; always, always, always keep an ID tag with your phone number and address on your dog’s collar.