The day I lost the dog.

It was a brisk fall morning, still numb from sleep I dressed and prepared the dog. I grabbed my camera and entered the world of crackling leaves and frosted plants. Even the sun was still tired as it hung low in the sky, as if it still needed another coffee to rise. There was an unusual bustle at the park, people moving here and there living in a foreign world, drinking warm drinks out of steel cups instead of their usual ceramic mugs.

We hit a trail; quickly we traversed the small hill as the light created strange patterns of as it danced between the newly barren tree limbs. Then I lost the dog. It was truly awful. I would say he was in the woods for about 1-1.5 hours by himself. I frantically searched for him to no avail. The boss and Dr. Doolittle came to aid in the search. The boss found him about 1.75 miles from where I lost him. He was sitting on the side of a trail that we walk all of the time…I guess just waiting.

Thanks to those who helped. If nothing else you helped to calm me down. I guess it proves that may be he is not as fragile and dependent as I thought. He did travel through a large park, passing many trails, to end up close to where we started on a trail that is familiar to both of us.

Jake, I am glad you came home.