interesting day

Interesting day at least. Had our first open house, the people who had expressed interest showed up and stayed for 2 and a half hours. That struck me as a bit long. They  were making honey do lists. They did however leave the gate to the backyard for the dogs open. One we have never used. The first thing we do when we get home is put the dogs back there so they can do what ever it is they need to do. Carmen our old girl with the bad leg go out, and she ran to the very over grown woods next door.  We went after her but after a couple of barks we heard nothing more. She has done this before but we always found her or she came back after an hour or so. Tonight was different.

A funny thing I learned about Parkinson's is that when you need to move fast, or through training you can make yourself move pretty normal. .....for a while. The hillside in our backyard is really hard to go up and down over and over, but I did several times. Calling here and looking for her with a flashlight. Nothing, drove up and down the highway praying I wouldn't find her.....I didn't. Ate dinner, it's been a couple of hours now. Shelley and I were back at the woods. The thicket is terrible there, no way a person could get through, filled with vines and sticker bushes. We occasionally heard some russling in  the, a couple of feeble yelps and then nothing.  Finally we came in to go to bed. We were sure we would never see her again.  It's cold tonight down to 33. I went back out up and down the hill a couple more times.  Nothinv, not a sound. I started beating the bushes and Shelley yelled from the deck "you'll scare her" she said, I know.  Still nothing,  not a sound. I gave up and came in the house, put on my pj's cried and we prayed.  We had left the garage door,  and door to the basement open just in case.

A half hour, forty five minutes later Shelley heard a wimpering at the basement door. SHE MADE IT. She could hardly walk, covered in sticker dirty as hell but she was home. We gave her water and she drank like she'd never had it before. She ate but after that she couldn't even walk to the bedroom her front leg hurt so much. I carried her in and lay down and went to sleep. She's moved a bit but not much. I'm still very worried about her, she is getting old and somewhat feeble, but damned if she wont take a chnce when ever she can. But I have never seen her quite like this. I think it took a super canine effort to get out of there. I don't think she has much more like that left in her. I would have been out there first thing in the morning with a machete had she not come home. I couldn't bare to lose her like that. She's sleeping at my feet right now, I know we'll lose her soon enough,  but not last night. Funny thing Sophie was withher and she stayed.  She's not a runner,  makes me even more sure she was abandoned. So starts another day. Time for morning pills and hopefully a bit of sleep. Cherish what and who you have while you have them the are just one instant from being gone.