Some serious drama Saturday night. When the DH went to take the new rescue pup out for her last time before bed, about 11:00pm, the cheap collar that the previous owner had provided snapped, and the dog took off. She would not come to us, and she had been in the neighborhood about 6 hours, so didn't know her way around. She is micro-chipped, but still.
So we didn't get a whole lot of sleep Saturday night. We kept going out, on foot and by car, trying to find her. A few times we saw her, but when we called her name, she ran in the opposite direction. I'm sure she was scared and disoriented.
We finally gave up, after notifying the adoption program and the police. But we had very fitful sleep. I got up around 3:30am and went out to try again. I did spot her a few times, but again, she ran.
This morning, the DH opened the front door to find her sitting on the porch. He wisely did not try to catch her, but simply said, "Oh hi, Kimber, and then came inside, leaving the door open. She peeked in, and then finally came inside on her own. We were so relieved! We figure her superior hound nose helped her find her way. She was shaking a bit, but otherwise seemed not to have been harmed by being out all night. It will be a big adjustment for her, but I think she'll settle in OK with time.
We were extremely fortunate that the overnight temp was well above freezing. I can't image she would have survived outside overnight in sub-zero temps. The first thing we did on Sunday after church was run out to a pet store and buy a new, secure collar.
