I haven’t been writing lately, and for that I am sorry.  It isn’t because I haven’t been spanked, because I was spanked sort of recently, but I haven’t been in the mood to write about it.  My dog is missing.  My best friend is missing.

We live out in the country so the dogs (we have 3) are able to roam around, pretty much as they please.  Monday evening they were out on one of their adventures, but only 2 returned.  My husband and I spent that night calling for him, driving up and down the road, and searching the brush with a flash light.  I cried myself to sleep that night.  The next day was spent in the same manner.  My mother in law and I trekked up and down the hills (in the mud), through meadows clad with poison ivy, and were eaten alive by mosquitoes, but still no sign of Jack.  My husband went out when he got home from work and did the same thing.  We talked to neighbors, I called the shelter and the dog warden. . .nothing.

We were told by one of the neighbors that they heard some dogs fighting pretty intensely Monday night and our other dog came back pretty beaten up.  She is sick with liver disease and isn’t going to last too much longer so I imagine Jack was probably trying to protect her.  He must have gotten very badly injured. . .or worse.  I keep hoping he is still alive and out there waiting for me so I keep looking.  When I’m home I am constantly looking out the window hoping to see him coming home.

It’s a terrible heart break not knowing where your best friend went or if he is okay or not.  He has been there for me through thick and thin, and if he is hurt and needs me I want to be there for him.  I apologize if it takes me a little while to write a relevant post, but I am such a wreck I can’t seem to focus on much else.

Please pray, wish, and hope that I find my dog.