It was almost dark when I stepped out into our fenced back yard to call our Rottweiler Lola for dinner. LarryDog was already chowing down in the kitchen. Usually if Lola is outside at that time, she is right near the back door, but not that day. I called. No Lola. I walked around the yard and discovered that our back gate was open. No telling how long she had been gone. Calling didn’t bring her. Lost dog.

Okay, take a deep breath, then another. She hasn’t been loose since we moved here. In fact, she has never been loose in the nearly four years we have had her, other than when doing a little off-leash work in the neighborhood.

My husband took our car and began cruising our neighborhood. I grabbed a flashlight and a warm jacket and went back outside to resume calling. “Lola! DOGGIES! Lola! DOGGIES!” Read the rest of this entry