Our daughter called a few days ago about the golden grand-dog. Georgie had disappeared from the yard. My husband and I left immediately to help look for her.
The previous day, we had seen a fox run past our daughter’s house and were thankful Georgie wasn’t out at the time. Chances are she would have ignored the electronic collar to chase after that fox. We suspected that’s what happened this time.
We love Georgie and were worried about her because there is a busy road in the area. Georgie had never dodged traffic and would chase a snowflake, oblivious to all else.
As we searched, we reminisced about our many walks and hikes this past year with her. On lead
Georgie loved every minute, especially the treats she always received after a bowl of water while we had lunch.
Georgie always managed to find the muddiest places and puddles, just like a young child.
Bath time was inevitable afterwards.
On this particular day, a friend found Georgie, safe, across the busy road in someone’s yard. She was eager to go with him and when she arrived home, was anxious to go inside, wet and cold as she was.
After a quick shower,
she spent the rest of the day by the fire while her family sighed in relief.