Tuesday, January 26, 2010


When I was a little girl, my mom used to recite a poem to me- insinuating that I was the girl for whom the poem was written. It went like this:

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad
She was horrid.

Well, if you would now please swap our "girl" with "dog" and "she" with "he" then you will understand my current sentiments on our dog Kohana.

This weekend was a quite rough. First of all, we moved all of our furniture, etc. from our old house to the new one. And, honestly, moving is terrible. I don't like it one bit. Saturday was a terrible day (which I will explain at a later date) but we had a moving truck and we had to get it done. Sunday we had more miscellaneous things to transfer over. It was a long day. By Sunday evening we were exhausted. At 6:00 I was so ready for bed I could hardly see straight.

In addition, we were hit with torrential rains. Flood worthy rain that our county is still dealing with flooding 2 days later... It was serious.

So, in the midst of all of this, our wonderful husky Kohana decided that it was time for him to play a little game he likes to call "escape." And that he did.

Side note: On a regular day, I suspect I do a dog head count approximately one billion times. You see, I am a paranoid freak. I am constantly checking on them and making sure that everyone is present and accounted for. And on the occasion when something isn't right, I usually know about it quickly.

But, as I mentioned, we were moving. Because of this I'm not sure how long he was gone though I don't think it was more than 10 minutes. And off we went. DM took the car, I stayed on foot. But the rain! The rain was terrible!! First of all, I don't think he could hear me calling for him as he would have been able to under normal circumstances. Secondly, I couldn't hear the jingle of his collar in case he was near me. It was pitch black. We don't have street lights and we have woods all around. Visibility was extraordinarily limited. We searched and searched and searched. Typically I am an optimist and under control in situations like these. This night, however, I was extremely worried. I thought the weather conditions might ruin any chances we had of finding him. But, someone was looking out for us because DM did find him and although Mr. Mischievous Kohana did try his best to elude him he was temporarily distracted by another dog and we were able to get him home.

So, this ending is a happy one. We have our precious pup home and my car smells like dirty, stinky, wet dog and has muddy footprints all over it. Well, at least one of those things is good. :)


  1. Whew! Thank goodness she's OK.
    Us Sibes can never be trusted. I mean, I hate to say it, but it's who we are.
    Tail wags,

  2. Terrified - that is for sure what you were. One day Mom called and called us - she was sure we were in the yard. She looked everywhere and was so scared. Imagine her surprise when she came back inside and found us sleeping in our crates:) Kohana, don't do that to your Mom. Be a good boy - you ARE very handsome, did you know that?

    Woos, Phantom and Thunder

  3. My mom is sitting here twitching now -

    I did that same kind of 'thing' a few weeks ago -

    I made it a bit easier on her fur it was broad daylight but........

    I'm glad woo are home!


  4. Our hu-dad is nodding - he is forever doing a nose count on The Herd, even though we live in Sibe Quentin.

  5. 原來這世上能跟你共同領略一個笑話的人竟如此難得..................................................

  6. Thank goodness! Steve and Kat have escaped back when we had our crappy fence but luckily they were never out of my sight. Even still, I was a mess.

  7. How scary! I'm so glad you found him, and that you got successfully moved.