This is a funny story about the day I lost my dog. It was a fall day and my son was still living at home. He and his girlfriend were in the front room watching TV. I was letting the dogs out to use the bathroom. My dogs actually know how to let themselves back in and even close the door behind them if you tell them to.
So I had gone back into the kitchen where I was making jewelry. When I make jewelry I can get so involved that I loose track of time, so at least an hour went by. I remember asking “did the dogs come back in” and my son said “yes”. I called the dog’s names and at that time I only had two. “Grace, Mercy” I called and Grace came to me. I proceeded to call Mercy’s name several times with no luck.
I asked “are you sure Mercy came back in?’ “I think so “my son answered. I began to get a little nervous, but I know that Mercy is trained to stay in the yard and he normally wouldn’t go anywhere with anyone. So I opened the front door and called his name, still no luck. By this time I’m upset with myself and my son for not paying better attention to whether or not he came back in.
My son said “mom you know somebody probably got Mercy because he’s so cute” “Don’t say that’ I replied. By this time we are all going outside to call his name. We eventually decide that my son and his girlfriend will get in their car and drive through the neighborhood calling his name.
So here I am walking all around the outside of the house calling his name I even went to my neighbors and asked had they seen him. My husband was putting his shoes on because he was going to get in his car and go looking as well. I was still outside and I decided to go back in the house and tell my husband that I couldn’t find him anywhere. It was then I realized that I had locked myself outside; I was so glad that my husband was still in the house.
So I rang the doorbell, it was then I heard Mercy bark. By the time my husband opened the front door he had stopped barking. I asked my husband did he hear him bark and he said no. I thought maybe somehow he had gotten caught under the house. I told my husband and he said if you heard him when you rang the doorbell, ring it again. So I proceeded to ring the doorbell again and again I heard him barking, I had to keep ringing the doorbell while my husband followed the bark.
We still couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from, my husband said he’s not under the house. So I literally had to stand on the front porch and keep ringing the doorbell because he wouldn’t bark when you called his name, only when you rang the doorbell. By this time my husband realized that the sound was coming from inside the house. I kept ringing and I could see my son and his girlfriend driving pass the house calling his name. I tried to call out to them that we think he’s in the house somewhere, but they couldn’t’ hear me so they kept going.
I can’t tell you how hard my husband and I laughed when we realized where he was. “Ring it again” my husband said this time he was upstairs and he said “it sounds like it’s coming out of Christians room” that’s my sons room. He asked me to ring it again because that crazy dog wouldn’t make a sound until he heard that bell. My husband opened the door and my son’s room was so junky that he still didn’t see him until I rang the door bell one last time. All that time this dog was closed up in my sons stinky room, he had followed the smell of snacks that my son wasn’t suppose to have in his room in the first place,
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I can still hear my son circling the neighborhood calling his name, so I tried to call his cell phone to tell him that we found him, and it rang on the front room coffee table. So I had to go out front and wait for them to come back around again and scream “Christian we found him” Once he and his girlfriend got back to the house they asked where was he and we all laughed hysterically when I told them. All crazy but true.