Last weekend was horrible. I lost George. He was walking ahead of me, but I was watching him closely. He went behind one tree and came out the other side, then another. Then he went under some bushes, but I didn’t see him come out. I kept my eyes focused on the bushes as I picked up my pace. When I got up to the bushes, I looked under and all around them, calling his name. Then I thought he might have gone back toward the car, so I retraced my steps. No George. How could he just vanish like that? He was wearing a collar, but no tag. That, along with his fluffy white sweater with blue stripes should clearly indicate that he wasn’t a stray.
I turned circles on myself and called louder. Knowing he probably couldn’t hear me or see me didn’t deter me from trying. As the minutes ticked by, I felt disbelief rise in my chest. I looked around frantically and realized I wasn’t seeing anything; everything was just a blur.
It was 23 degrees outside. George wouldn’t survive in the cold for very long. My disbelief turned to a calm resolve; I felt certain that someone had picked him up and taken him in. But how did I miss it?! I couldn’t make sense of it.
After an hour and a half, I knew I had to go home. There was a subtle peace in my heart which allowed me to accept that being there any longer would not be productive.
The next morning I was up by five am and returned to the place I’d last seen him. I spent two more hours driving slowly, walking the grounds, and calling his name. I looked under bushes and behind piles of snow and any other shelter I could find. No George. I somehow knew it was futile because in my heart, I knew he wasn’t there. But where was he??
I went home and made fliers. I filed a report on the local radio station’s website. By that evening, the calm in my stomach changed to a different kind of calm; I started to think that perhaps George had simply wandered off from me to die.
On Monday morning, I went to the local animal shelters and placed the fliers all over town. Then, Monday afternoon, I got the call: a young couple saw one of my fliers and called me immediately! They had been caring for George the whole time! According to the timeline they gave me, while I was under the first bush looking for George, he apparently crossed a street and was standing in front of their apartment just as they were coming home. They picked him up and took him inside. He was only out in the cold for less than 10 minutes from when he and I got out of the car to when they found him.
I was so grateful for their kindness that I was speechless. When I took him home, he went straight to bed and didn’t want to get up until the next morning! I think he was emotionally exhausted.
Things are back to normal now. And to make things even better, the weather is starting to show signs of spring. We got up to 40 degrees yesterday and are expecting to be in the 50s by this weekend!
Basic Biscuits
This is a basic biscuit recipe that is a standard favorite. I usually make a batch of these about every month. I also like to put a couple in small craft ziplock bags to give away to friends.
NOTE: You can keep these cookies in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to two weeks, or frozen in a freezer Ziplock bag for up to six months. In hot months, dogs love to eat them directly out of the freezer. In colder months, I take a couple out in the morning to treat George in the afternoon.
Ingredients:
1 c. Whole Wheat Flour
1 c. Regular Flour
½ c. Powdered milk
½ c. Wheat germ
1 Egg slightly beaten
1 tsp. Molasses
6 Tbl. Shortening
½ C. Water
Directions
Preheat oven to 325.
Mix the dry ingredients. Cut in the shortening. Beat the egg in a separate bowl and then add it to the flour mixture along with the molasses and water. Knead on a floured surface for about two minutes. Roll dough out to ¼ inch and cut into shapes using cookie cutters.
Bake for 30 minutes.
Let cool before treating your dog.
