Several months ago, a strong wind blew over part of our wall, right up front, alongside the garage. Joe has it jerryrigged somehow to help keep it upright, but it's not very successful. And everytime it wobbles, our front gate opens. Last night when I returned from Jen's, it was standing wide open. I looked in and checked the back gate. Our yard guys have been known to not properly latch that back gate, so I wanted to make sure it was okay and it seemed it was. This morning I was sitting here working when I got a call from the ASPCA telling me someone had found our German Shepherd. I didn't think so. I could see him lying on the couch. Then it dawned on me that someone had found his collar which is around Parker's neck! When the kids are here, we put Parker in the crate. He's still too much of a puppy to be sensitive to how small they are and could easily bump into one of them and knock them down. Punkin ate Parker's collar right off his neck, so we put Max's collar on Parker to make it easier to lead him into the crate. I looked around and sure enough there was no sign of Parker and sure enough the back gate was standing wide open.
I called the person who had him. She lives about 4 blocks from us. She said she was out walking one of her dogs around 8AM and found Parker. She didn't want to leave him at her house because she has 4 dogs and didn't want to introduce a new one and then leave. So she took him to work with her to keep him safe. I had to drive all the way to Henderson to get the big turkey back. And, of course, when I called Joe to tell him Parker was in Henderson and needed to be picked up, he got all cranky with me about how it would take too much time out of his day and he wasn't having a good day anyway and............blah, blah, blah. I had hoped he could get him and then I would meet him and we'd put Parker in the van and he could go back to work. However, by the time he shut up and thought about it and called me back, I was already at least 1/3 of the way there. The surprising thing was that Parker didn't seem the least excited to see me. It was as if he goes on 30 mile trips with perfect strangers every day. All very matter of fact. Anyway, we haven't killed the fatted calf, primarily because we don't HAVE a fatted calf, but we sure are glad to have the big stinker back. And, I can say with confidence that my thyroid may not work, but my adrenals are in fine shape.
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