lucy.

for the past five days i've been on vacation in sunny florida (post coming soon) which means i have been away from the creature (pictured above) i call lucy. she was on a mini vacation herself, staying with my ex who used to be her master as well. for a brief second i even forgot about her as i found myself caught up with the excitement of a new place. but soon enough she popped into my mind and i began to miss her like crazy. it's just weird not seeing her every day. i came to realize how much i love the thing and just how much happiness she brings to my every day life. the excitement she shows when i walk in the door is enough to put a smile on my face even on the worst of days. 

so for the couple days i've been saying how i cannot wait to see her when i get back to minnesota. that i miss her so so much. i texted her babysitter when i landed (in the 50 degree minnesota tundra) to see if he could meet for me to pick her up. he was at the lake fishing, hoped he could keep her a little longer as he hadn't seen her for so long and wants a couple more days with her. fine. tomorrow i will see her... at 11:23 pm i missed a call. texted back saying sorry i missed the call and i'll call in the morning to arrange when to meet. immediately the phone rings back. "i can't find lucy." is what i heard on the other end of the line. "what do you mean you can't find lucy?!?!?!? where is she!?" (you've got to be f*cking kidding me). he doesn't know where she is, that is why he can't find her. (attitude now?) she'd been gone for two hours. she never runs away. by this time i've got tears rolling down my face, thinking the worst. she's gone and i'm never going to see her again. and if i do see her, i'll be picking her up to bring her somewhere to bury her. how am i suppose to do that??? in my sadness i think "she's a dog, just a dog." (and that is what many people would say..) but she is not just a dog. she means the world to me. to me, she is my baby. how could he let this happen!? the one person i trusted to care for her in every way. he called the police department to give them a description in case someone reports a stray dog. (she isn't wearing a collar or a name tag) he calls friends to come help him look after looking for two hours himself. i'm over an hour away and it's midnight so i feel helpless. he says he'll call me in the morning. so for the next hour i am heartbroken. how am i suppose to sleep? then my phone rings at 1 am. he tells me he brought his sleeping bag outside to sleep there all night in case she comes back. two of his friends arrive.. matt calls her name once and suddenly she is bounding over the sleeping bag across the yard.

she came back.

i have never ever ever felt more relieved in my life. i wished i could drive there right then to get her, but am still waiting to see the runaway hound. and now it's going to be even better than i anticipated before...