I know I don't post a lot on here (busy working mom of a 3 year old and 1 year old!), but my "real life" people are getting annoyed hearing my scary story and I know you guys will appreciate it.
This actually happened Tuesday night/Wednesday morning but I'm just now getting a free moment and I'm still kind of shaken up.
So Tuesday night my husband (Jeremy) let our two dogs out in the backyard while I was making dinner. We sat down and ate and then gave the kids a bath and put them to bed. Jeremy opened the backdoor to let the dogs back in and only Rocky (the old big dog) ran in. Jasper was not in the yard! I was trying to stay calm and went to the front yard calling his name. No sign of him. I thought I was going to throw up. I walked around the outside of the house calling him and nothing, which was crazy because he's kind of a big baby and I couldn't imagine that he would have wandered off far.
I start crying and thinking the worst. Jeremy jumped in his car and drove around our neighborhood and beyond for hours. He got home empty handed at about 11pm, and then I went out walking and calling for him until after midnight. Nothing.
Jeremy and I went to bed without even speaking because we were both so upset. Then we both ended up not sleeping because we would run outside any noise we heard. I was up almost every hour looking outside (I left the gate open hoping he'd come to the back door). It was awful.
Next morning Jeremy got up an hour early and drove around again looking and saw no signs. I was sure that he was gone forever.
One of the worst parts was that he had no collar on.
I felt like a horrible dog owner. I just never expected him to get out of the yard so him wearing his collar never seemed like a big deal (even though I warn other people to keep collars and tags on their dogs "just in case").
So Wednesday morning I was getting the kids ready and feeling like crap when my phone rings and it's a number I don't know. I answer it and it's a girl that I used to work with 5 years ago that I never see or talk to, but she says that she has my dog. Turns out that she lives only a few streets over from me and when Jeremy was out looking he saw her outside with her kids and told her that we had lost our little dog and described him to her. The next morning she happened to glance out her front window and see a little white and brown dog following some joggers down the street. She asked them if they knew him and they said he came out of nowhere and started following them, so she scooped him up and called another ex coworker and got my phone number.
I didn't even really believe her when she said she had him. I kept describing him and she kept saying "yep, yep." I asked her to text me a picture of him and when his sweet scared little face popped up on my phone, I started crying all over again.
I raced over there and brought him home! I can't believe I got him back. I'm not a very positive thinker and I KNEW he was gone.
Turns out there's a small hole in the fence at the very back of our yard. We had some major plumbing work done back there a couple of years ago and they tore it up and then "fixed" it. So until that's fixed, poor little Jasper has to be on a tie out in the fence.
I also just ordered him a new collar and a nameplate that he's going to wear at all times.