I'm FREEEEEEEEEE!!
Apr. 6th, 2003 12:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taerowynFor those of you who don't know, my family has a Yorkshire Terrier named SweetPea. 
She's getting up in years, about 17 now. She's mostly blind due to cataracts and can't hear much of anything beyond percussive sounds like clapping, but her good days still far outweigh her bad and we love her loads.
So here's the scene tonight. I'm passed out in bed after a hard day's skiing (had a ball, by the way) and around 1:30 I wake up due to this whining/barking noise I hear from my parent's room above. My mom's still up in the rec room, tooling around on the computer so I clue her in that the dog needs to be let out, which I, naturally, assume is the issue. I hear her go upstairs trying to get SweetPea's attention to go out and then she calls down that she can't find her. Turns out SweetPea had somwhow snuck behind my mom's nightstand, between it, a bookcase and the wall, and couldn't get out.
Mom lets her out and you would think that would be the end of the story right? Nope. Mom lets her out and she goes tearing off the front porch and around behind the house. This is our little tiny dog that just stays in the front yard and doesn't go anywhere and thus doesn't wear any tags. So I put on my shoes real quick, sandals being the only thing at hand, unfortunately, and go forging out into the snow to find her. The snow was good because I was able to follow her tracks, but bad because...well I mentioned the whole sandal thing. By the time I walk all along the back fence and then back out to the side of the house following her tracks my mom, in her nightgown and slippers, has gotten into her car because she saw SweetPea run out from behind the house and then down the street. The snow wasn't sticking on the street or sidewalk so there were no tracks to follow after she disappeared around the corner.
So it's 1:30 in the middle of the night and my mom's driving around the neighborhood and I'm walking around (after having gone in and getting better shoes and a jacket) looking for our fairly deaf and blind and, so it seems and especially on this occassion, senile dog in the snow. About five minutes later she just comes trotting up the sidewalk near my neighbor's as if nothing had happened. She was cold and soaked due to the snow but really no worse for the wear. So I get her in the house, after a brief interlude of setting her down to open the door and seeing her try to run of again.
No clue what caused it or where she thought she was going. It was just odd and quite frightening. I'm glad we found her and now, it's back to bed. Aren't pets fun?
She's getting up in years, about 17 now. She's mostly blind due to cataracts and can't hear much of anything beyond percussive sounds like clapping, but her good days still far outweigh her bad and we love her loads.
So here's the scene tonight. I'm passed out in bed after a hard day's skiing (had a ball, by the way) and around 1:30 I wake up due to this whining/barking noise I hear from my parent's room above. My mom's still up in the rec room, tooling around on the computer so I clue her in that the dog needs to be let out, which I, naturally, assume is the issue. I hear her go upstairs trying to get SweetPea's attention to go out and then she calls down that she can't find her. Turns out SweetPea had somwhow snuck behind my mom's nightstand, between it, a bookcase and the wall, and couldn't get out.
Mom lets her out and you would think that would be the end of the story right? Nope. Mom lets her out and she goes tearing off the front porch and around behind the house. This is our little tiny dog that just stays in the front yard and doesn't go anywhere and thus doesn't wear any tags. So I put on my shoes real quick, sandals being the only thing at hand, unfortunately, and go forging out into the snow to find her. The snow was good because I was able to follow her tracks, but bad because...well I mentioned the whole sandal thing. By the time I walk all along the back fence and then back out to the side of the house following her tracks my mom, in her nightgown and slippers, has gotten into her car because she saw SweetPea run out from behind the house and then down the street. The snow wasn't sticking on the street or sidewalk so there were no tracks to follow after she disappeared around the corner.
So it's 1:30 in the middle of the night and my mom's driving around the neighborhood and I'm walking around (after having gone in and getting better shoes and a jacket) looking for our fairly deaf and blind and, so it seems and especially on this occassion, senile dog in the snow. About five minutes later she just comes trotting up the sidewalk near my neighbor's as if nothing had happened. She was cold and soaked due to the snow but really no worse for the wear. So I get her in the house, after a brief interlude of setting her down to open the door and seeing her try to run of again.
No clue what caused it or where she thought she was going. It was just odd and quite frightening. I'm glad we found her and now, it's back to bed. Aren't pets fun?