I lost her, I said as soon as Hubby answered the phone.
Where are you? He asked.
We talked and came up with a strategy, he would come to the park from the other direction, hoping she would hear his jeep and go to him.
She’s been on leash for the last two weeks, and returning promptly with every recall. The beauty of the spring day tugged at my heart and I wanted her to have a few minutes of running.
I made sure we were far away from the field where she had run off the last time and I unclipped her leash.
I called her, she returned. I repeated the process, so did she.
And then she took off.
I called with no results, then Sampson and I turned and ran the other way with me shouting Run Sampson run.
Nothing.
We started following her and then we got to a point where she could have gone down the cliff, back towards the neighborhood or on.
That’s when I made the call to Hubby.
We were in the woods behind some houses and I thought, I’m going to turn around, maybe she headed towards the houses. If not, I was determined to knock on doors and spread the word.
Sampson was leading the way when he abruptly stopped and stood still listening.
Suddenly there she was running towards us. I clipped the leash on.
Never again. It was the worst eight minutes of my life.
A short time later she sat at the edge of the kitchen waiting as Hubby and I did the dishes, every now and again her eyes closing.
I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at me, I said to Delilah looking her square in the eyes.
She wouldn’t let me get a photo, I had to use one from the files.
My year of HEART has officially ended where Delilah is concerned. She’s proven time and again that she can’t be trusted.
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