Yesterday afternoon, while I had the girls outside for some fresh air, Ducky disappeared on me. She had me scared half to death, the little stinker!!
I was cleaning up the yard of well, dog poop, talking to the girls as I walked around with the pooper scooper in one hand and the pusher blade in the other hand. I asked Ducky “where’s your poop, Ducky” as though I expected an answer in words. (I didn’t, but it probably would have looked that way to my neighbors.) When I didn’t get an answer – a tail wag or play bow – as I turned to look at her, I called to her. “Ducky, where are you?” She usually answers that question by running over to me with the Kong Bounzer in her mouth, ready to play keep away.
No answer. I walked around the yard again – finding and scooping up her poop along the way – calling her name and getting no response. I started getting truly concerned. I could not find her anywhere. I decided to put the pooper scooper back in its place on the side of the porch so I could grab my phone and call the hubby – he was inside watching a football game – to ask him to come out and help me find Ducky. As I put the pooper scooper in its place, I looked up and into the porch. And there was the little stinker standing at the screen door, waiting to be let back out in the yard. She had pushed the door open to let herself in but the door doesn’t open in both directions, so she couldn’t get out. 😅
After I found Ducky, Shadow was on her way from the very back end of the yard to the porch. As she was walking along the fence line, the neighbors’ chihuahua twins and their bulldog pup came running over to the fence yapping their fool heads off at her. Shadow totally ignored the twins – something I’ve been working on for quite a while – and stopped to say hello to Jupiter (the bulldog). As soon as she stopped though, he jumped up at the fence and fussed at her. She turned away from him – without acknowledging his tantrum as if thinking “up yours” – and continued walking toward the porch door. I patted her on the head, smiled, and said “good girl!” as I hooked the screen door. The girls and I came in the house and I told the hubby about Ducky scaring me half to death.
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A happy ending! Phew!
I’m glad Ducky was inside… I agree that are that moments where an icfy cold hand crawls up on our back…. I have that moments mwhen I can’t see Easy in the twilight… and this mean guy waits in a dark edge stock-still like a monument, no matter how often I call his name :o(
When our dogs “disappear” our heart meds up in our throats.
I’ve had it happen many times–usually from the hubby locking someone out of the house.
Surprised Ducky didn’t bark to tell you where she was.
Good lord! I lose my dogs all the time. It scares me to death. I’m glad you spotted her, but kind of surprised she didn’t bark at you. 🙂
Well, knowing Ducky, she was probably so focused on something else on the porch floor – like a leaf, acorn, spider web, or dead bug – that she didn’t even hear me calling her. And by the time I spotted her at the door, she had probably just gotten there a split second sooner. She was probably waiting quietly for me to open the door – something else I’ve been working on. 😅
Oh gosh! I hate it when I can’t find my dogs. Chances are they are simply hiding out under or on our beds!
Ha…poor Ducky. That’s happened to me too – losing track of the dogs. I usually find them back in the house taking a snooze.
Haha is right. That’s what she gets for being nosy. 😂
My border collie Tim, is very afraid of thunder, fireworks or gunshots. Fortunately he runs to us or home and not away, but he has scared me a couple of times when I couldn’t find him after he found an especially secret place to hide in a closet or under furniture.
The first dog my family had when I was a child used to hide behind the toilet. Luckily for her she was a miniature poodle so she didn’t get stuck! 😉
Oh that Ducky how clever! Taffy does something similar, if you just open the back door for a second Taffy gets out and mom looks for her everywhere! Love Dolly
My Ducky is a little stinker-brat; but I love her just the way she is. Wouldn’t change a thing!
Cocoa is always on her leash because she can’t be trusted to not run off 🙂 Ducky was maybe playing hide and seek 🙂 Silly pups!!
Our yard is fenced in; and neither of the girls (or Callie) has ever figured out they could jump over it if they wanted to, so I’m not worried about them running off. But, we have a neighbor who can’t be trusted so either my hubby or I (or both of us) is always out there with them, or right inside the back door with the door open.
I have had those panicked moments when I lose one of the dogs in our yard. I think they just somehow manage to stay just out of my sight when I’m looking for them!
No one has ever escaped the yard but I panic that one of the gates was open, or that they finally decided to dig out or jump over (not that that’s probable but I can’t help but think it).
Yay for Shadow handling the other dogs so well. On the rare occasion we’ve had a stray dog wander into our yard, Sheba is the only one that doesn’t completely freak out…LOL.
Ducky was just testing your alert level when she got sidetracked 😉
Thanks for the chuckle! 😂
that was a funny outcome. They don’t know they cause us so much stress. Glad she was ok!
Don’t they try to give you a heart attack at least once a week? Life with pets! Wouldn’t trade them in for nothing.
Yes, yes, and me neither!!!
Glad Ducky was found! Leroy does that to me all the time. I call him to come in and he just sits there so I go about my business. Later I’ll try to get him to come back in and I can’t find him anywhere in the yard…….that’s because he let himself back in the house and is sleeping behind the bar! Makes my heart stop!
Leroy is quite the character! You would think that by now we would both know where to look before we have a panic attack. BOL 😳
Pierre is the worst about disappearing from my view! He did escape one day when he chased a rabbit out of the yard. We don’t think he even realized it because he was too busy sniffing for the rascally rabbit!