on the heels of the thanksgiving disaster…

things started out nicely enough, unwrapping presents over coffee and biscotti. brni was pleased with his new gi and jesse was happy to get his rock salt lamp and the inevitable socks stuffed in his stocking. brni blessed me with my very first drum. a lovely little djembe with a lizard pattern dotted across the base. time spent later cooking for the winter party. family came. friends came. michael brought his lovely friend, joy and his two dogs.

then things turned very wrong.

one of brni’s friends let michael’s dogs loose. why? how? i don’t know. i wasn’t there. i was in the band room with a friend from our dojang talking about sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. brni came down and stood over me with his winter coat on, and told me that the dogs had been let out the front door. michael had raced after them, chasing them across lancaster pike and back, but lost them in the night. when michael returned to the house, he collapsed in an emotionally exhausted heap. i didn’t quite understand what brni was saying at first. how could all this have happened one floor up without me knowing? bill, brni and i ran out with flashlights and leashes in a vain attempt to catch the dogs.

the dogs, moogi and wil are silken windhounds. they are a new, rather rare breed, established from the borzoi (russian wolfhound) and whippet. they hit a top speed of 35 mph and have no body fat whatsoever. christmas night was bitterly cold; not a good night for skinny dogs. brni went back, called 911 and filed a report. bill and i gave up the search shortly afterwards. the house emptied out rather quickly after that and i made brni take rebecca home. it was not a night for guests to be sleeping over.

i paced most of the night and finally fell into a fitful sleep around 4am. when i got up, michael and joy were already out searching. they got back around 7:30 and michael got to work creating flyers to post everywhere. then the phone rang with news that the dogs were found! they were frolicking between the large yards on daventree road, just three blocks away! we piled in the car with raw meat, leashes and trembling relief. wil saw michael first and came running. then moogi took his eye off the cop and ran to his family. michael gave them the meat that was to be their christmas feast. joy ran from the car and i asked, “do you have the leashes?” she stopped, looked adorably sheepish and ran back for them. so much joyful running after such fear and sadness…

at home, the dogs were closely inspected. they were terrified, cold but frostbite and injure-free from their grand holiday adventure.

and i am rethinking the whole holiday party thing. we had a good 12 year party run, but the gods are not on our side anymore, and i think we need to heed the ever so obvious warnings.


6 responses to “on the heels of the thanksgiving disaster…

  • otcyborg

    Sheesh! Hadn’t heard about that. Glad they came back.
    We adopted a second kitty the day after Christmas who proceeded to hide for 2 days until I got St Samantha of Assisi to comr over and she found the little dickens under Molly’s bed camoflaged in stuffed animals. I didn’t sleep for 2 nights envisioning finding starved kitten carcess somewhere in the house.
    Kids and pets! we never get a break, do we?

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  • westlinwind

    Oh, I almost forgot. *grins and dances around singing* Linda got a drum…

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    • lsaboe

      and i am practicing daily, tho’ you’d never know it from listening. i’ll keep trying anyway…there’s just got to be a kernel of rhythm buried in here somewhere.

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  • westlinwind

    Hmmm. Brni just invited us over for New Year’s Eve. Should I bring some good luck to thwart the party demons?

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  • notzathros

    Several years ago, when Kato was a teenage pup, he escaped on a bitterly cold, snowy night when a guest failed to shut the front door. Sam and I hopped in her car and began the ritual fruitless search. In all the years we’ve had golden retrievers I’ve almost never found one once it’s on the lam. Corey would come home on his own – gleeful, filthy, soggy and smelly. Kato doesn’t know how to find his way home. He is, however, remarkably adept at hitchhiking. When he is tired he simply jumps into the first open car (or house) he sees – anxious, filthy. soggy and smelly. The owner is understandably eager to be rid of such a foul guest and promptly reads Kato’s tags and arranges a pickup.
    This snowy night was Kato’s first escape so we were all worried. He was very young, a significant winter storm was rolling in, and even at that early age we knew he was a “special needs” dog. We started searching the neighborhood when, to my great surprise, I spotted him in a neighbor’s yard. “Kato!” I yelled. He was delighted to see me and the warm car. He came barrelling across the lawn and sprang enthusiastically into my lap. “Good boy!” I praised as I rubbed his frosty ears and fed him treats. I was a little disappointed that he had lost his bandanna during his brief adventure. Further petting revealed he had also managed to change collars. As we pulled into the driveway I realized – we had the wrong dog.
    We took Cloie back to her house. She seemed to have enjoyed the lovely car ride and treats and the misunderstanding gave us something to giggle about as we firished our ritual fruitless search. The next morning I got a call from a nice couple about a mile away who had woke to find a very cold golden retriever on their porch.
    Glad to hear you got your dogs back!

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