I let Skeeter,my mini wiener dog, outside this morning. It was nice out, the sun was shining, I figured that I would let her play outside for a while. I did dishes, talked on the phone, a lot of things actually. I thought it was time for her to come inside.
I went outside, in my slippers and no coat, and yelled for her. Nothing. I looked around. Nothing. A small bit of worry started to creep up on me. She had been in heat last week. Did I misunderstand her signs. Was she still in heat? My male St. Bernard wasn't paying her any attention anymore. Did she go to the neighbors? They have a smaller male dog over there. Great. Am I going to have to get her fixed at 11 yrs of age? I hope not.
What if she went down into the holler behind the house. Coyotes live down there. They would love to have a wiener snack. They have been bad lately. My worry-o-meter just went up a bit. I started to yell, SKEETER!!!!!!! I started to walk around looking for her. Cold water and mud was seeping into my slippers. My arms had goosebumps on them. But I was still going to find my dog! SKEETER!!!! Still nothing.
Now my worry-o-meter was registering panic. What happened to her?! I yelled and yelled and looked around our yard. I just couldn't find her! I had to get my boots and coat on. I was going on a MAJOR search and rescue mission. SKEETER!!!!! Nothing again.
I walked back to the house in my sopping wet slippers to get my boots and coat. As I opened the door to go back in.........there sat Skeeter looking at me like, "What?"
I forgot that I had let her back in earlier. She had been sleeping under a blanket on the couch. She had been in the house this whole time.
So until next time,
Small Farm Girl, losing it.