The World According to kcillini77

September 20, 2006

Lost Sheep

Filed under: Family — kcillini77 @ 9:32 pm

I got a call at work today shortly after lunch. It was Jennifer (my wife, for anyone who doesn’t know us).

“You have any vacation left?”

“Uh, why?”

“Champ went out the garage door and I can’t find him.”

“How long ago?”

“About half an hour.”

This is certainly unusual. Champ (our dog, again for those who don’t know us) will sometimes run out the door when presented with the opportunity, but is too much of a “people dog” to stay gone long. I wasn’t too thrilled with the prospect of using vacation time (which I’m running out of) to search for a dog I was sure would show up by the time I got out to my car, but Jen sounded like she really needed the help, so I talked to my boss and left work.

Two hours in to walking around the neighborhood, yelling his name, calling animal control, and putting flyers up, I started to think that we may never find him. He isn’t the type of dog to just meander through the neighborhood. He would have been distracted by a neighboring dog or cat, or any person in sight. The fact that no one we talked to had seen him led me to believe that he had to have been picked up by someone. The question was, what would that person do with him? I even started thinking that someone may well have just snatched him from the yard.

Have you ever lost something that meant a lot to you? We’re not the type of family with a dog that lives better than we do, but our currently neglected dog was, for the first part of our marriage, our “practice baby” and he has a way of showing us what unconditional love is (even if what he’s really expressing is something entirely different – it’s how we interpret it that counts). It’s not a perfect analogy, but out there looking for him, I started to feel like the shepherd in the parable looking for his lost sheep (and with his current hairdo, that part makes sense). I couldn’t just sit. I had to keep walking around the neighborhood, even as I started to think it was hopeless. Jen offered to drive around. I sat as she drove me to one mailbox and then got out and walked. I had to be out there walking.

And then, four hours into the adventure as I was putting up a sign at one of the last unadorned mailboxes in the neighborhood, I heard barking. I’d heard barking all day as I was walking, but this sounded familiar. Was it? Could it be? I walked toward the noise and saw a woman opening her garage. She said, “That’s not my dog.”

I asked, “It’s not a poodle is it?”

“Yeah, it’s a little poodle.”

As I said Champ’s name, he cowered a little, thinking he was in trouble for leaving us. I picked him up and gave him a big hug. The woman and I couldn’t figure out exactly the mystery of how he ended up in the garage. The theory involves her husband leaving the door open with his car in the driveway, and then driving off shutting the door with him inside. Doesn’t matter. He’s back.

I carried him back to the house and set him on the ground just in front of the garage Jen was cleaning so he could run in and surprise her. She looked up, yelled, and started crying. As I hugged her, I was obliged to join in.



  1. Rejoicing with you! I KNOW how much you love that little dog and can just picture the scene. Thanks for taking the time to share it. Hugs, Mom

    Comment by Mom — September 21, 2006 @ 1:22 am | Reply

  2. I think that I am hormonal. I am a little weepy at that one.

    Comment by kristiapplesauce — September 21, 2006 @ 8:57 am | Reply

  3. That is cool that you found Champ! I know how much you two love him!

    Comment by tageis — September 21, 2006 @ 4:30 pm | Reply

  4. Aww. Awesome.

    Comment by Kevin Leggett — September 22, 2006 @ 12:57 pm | Reply

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