Woke up this morning when Mom headed out to post some more flyers – she’s been amazing.
Dad coaxed me up on the bed and I comforted him for an hour or so.
Later in the morning, my parents took off on another mission – this time targeting dropping various rescues/kennels/pet stores in the area that they had not already emailed flyers to. They stopped at Orphans of the Storm which is where they had originally gotten my sister. So many cute and adoptable dogs there – many of which they wanted – just not as much as Montana. There is a longer story about the last time I went with them there but I’ll leave that for Montana to relate to you.
BTW – for any of you who think Montana and I “sound” alike in this blog then you haven’t heard us bark in real life. We sound nothing alike. However, as far as my dictation style goes I might have adopted a bit of her style – after all, I am an avid reader of her blog (not to mention she is constantly chattering about her ideas for the scribe during our days alone while the parents are at work).
This evening, they went back out to the spot where she was last seen. However, I was not allowed to join them as I was pretty gimpy all day – one of my front paws was bothering me and I assumed it was from writing Mo-Tor’s blog for her during this hiatus but then I remembered I am not the one typing. Maybe it some sort of sympathetic pain or I twisted it last night spazzing out at a neighbor dog when we returned from Ft. Sheridan. Tonight they didn’t spend a lot of time looking for her. They dropped off her crate with a family who lives in the area who is nice enough to let them try this as a way to make her feel at home. These were TOTAL strangers! You people can really be cool at times! When Montana returns I am going to send those folks something nice. Dad then took a walk from their house to the spot my sister was last spotted hoping she’d follow the trail of stank to her crate.
A quick aside: before they left on this excursion, they left me my dinner. It was at this point that I noticed her crate wasn’t where it was supposed to be. I gave Mom a questioning look which just about broke her heart. It wasn’t until they returned that their motive was revealed to me. Now I am cool with the whole thing.
On their way home they passed the groomer and the place where she was spotted going into the golf course. The little bit of kibble they left there was gone but there was no obvious signs it was Montana who ate them. It was at this point Dad came up with the idea of taking of his sock and holding it out the window as they drove home – hoping our stellar canine sense of smell would guide her home and show her a way over a bridge that would get her over the big road that she is probably terrified of crossing. Did I mention it was my mom who was the fortunate one to get to hold the smelly article of clothing in question? She was blabbering something about wanting to be the person to drive in the future. Whatever.
Finally, since it was a weekend, a whole bunch of my parent’s friends and co-workers were out biking, walking and driving around the areas where we think she might be hiding. Who knew my parents knew so many people – let alone ones who would help them. Again, it is times like these that really show the hearts of people and the extent they’ll go to to help their own. Of course it doesn’t hurt that the subject of the search is someone as adorable as my sister :).
I heard a rumor that my Auntie Elaine might come tomorrow. No one is saying much. I really love her, so I guess they want it to be a surprise to help cheer me up. I have been in a funk without my sister.
That is all for today. Hopefully, we’ll get some more sightings of her soon so we can figure out where to spend our efforts.