This morning, I got up, did a few sun salutations (helps me get going in the morning, although I overdid it yesterday and am sore today.) Then put the dogs out while I went upstairs to get the kids up and ready.
While we were upstairs Lily jumped the fence. Again. I came down to let them in, and only Nelly comes running in. I go outside, and call for Lily. I walk around to the side gate, no Lily. I grab my flip flops and go in the front, calling her the whole time.
I walk back in, grab my keys and tell Rhayn to make her lunch and get some breakfast for them both. Then I open the garage door, leash in hand and start to walk down the street. (Garage door open in case she comes running up she will go in there.) I know she won't run from me. That is one good thing, I guess.
A man is walking down the street.
He says "Do you have a brown and white dog?"
"No, she's more white with little black spots."
"Is she about this big? (gestures with his hands) and probably a pit with a bone tag on her collar?"
"Well I was walking my dogs and I saw he, but couldn't grab her because my dogs would fight her. So I ran home and put them up then came back to see if I could catch her."
Jaw drops. Really? Is this guy my guardian angel for the day? Really.
"What is her name?"
He walks away, yelling "Lily" while I go inside to tell the girls I am running down the road.
I head onto the trail that Will runs her on. No Lily. Instead a darn chihuahua starts following me. I figure his barking will interest Lily if she is close by. Nope. I keep walking. Mumbling obscenities to myself. This is not how I wanted to spend my morning. Not at all.
I make my loop, and head back. I see the girls outside, there is a school bus heading down the street, and that guy is by my house, too. I start running (not easy, remember I put on flip flops?)
"She's down there!" yells the guy.
"I saw your dog running on the trail," says the bus driver as he drives by slowly, "you can probably catch her if you go that way."
I run off down the road while the guy runs down the other side (its a block) so we can head her off. I get to the end, out of breath. Its 93* this morning.
"She's over there," he says pointing over to the trail, "but she wouldn't come to me."
"Come here, Lily," I call her. She runs up to me, panting, and happy looking. I put her leash on. Then turn to the guy, "Thank you."
He says "You are welcome" as he walks off.