I am trying to feel the gratitute I should feel right now, but all I feel is exhausted, emotionally, and relieved as I sit here with a glass of wine.
I came home to 2 of my 3 dogs on the driveway, barking at me in misery. It's only 30 degrees outside and ice has been forming on the trees all day. Panic and bewilderment. Why are they outside and where is the 3rd dog? The 2 wet ones and i come in through the garage and I can already feel a chill. The front door is wide open. It must not have been shut all the way. Through a quick series of phone calls to friends and an intuitive call from joe, we are all in cars searching the neighborhood for missing Parker.
With tears in my eyes I after what seems like forever, although I think it was more like 15 min max, I head towards the busy road that borders the neighborhood. Driving slowly, heat blasting with windows down, stopping every few houses to beep the horn and call his name. I see him. He is standing on the front porch of a house not a block from our house, but the last one out the neighborhood, Barking to get in.
The neighbors, I do not know, are kind. The mom had just got home and was pulling in as I spotted him. She said her kids had called. There was a nice dog on the porch, Could they keep him? :)
Thankful Thankful Thankful.
Good idea Parker, just the wrong house.
We are all exhausted.
Parker sleeping by the fire... I think he is Grateful too.