I'm glad the dog is home safe...but aren't these people a little naive about all this?

And just more evidence that traveling with animals requires planning...and leashes.

It's a horrible feeling to have a lost dog in bad weather.

..Story time!



Our dogsitter lost our dog on our wedding day.

We got the call during our reception and immediately drove our decorated, "just married" car to the dogsitter's house to begin searching for her. After an unsuccessful afternoon and evening of searching, we went home, completely devastated.

We opened our wedding presents as a distraction from the empty void where our dog should have been without the post-wedding excitement that we should have had. That night there was a massive thunder storm. We kept thinking of how scared, cold and wet our poor lost girl must be. Every blast of thunder and every flash of lightening made my heart sink more and more. We eventually went to bed with our dog not at our feet.

The next morning we waited by the front door of the humane society drop-off center until it opened. We told the lady at the front desk what our dog looked like and she took us to the kennel room to see a dog that fit our description. It was her!

She was laying on the cold kennel floor with her tail between her legs. She was so scared in there; her expression was heartbreaking. The lady opened the kennel door for me and I went in, hugged my precious doggie on the dirty kennel floor and cried tears of joy and relief. We were reunited! She covered my face in joyous kisses while my brand new husband filled out the release paperwork. Finally we could go home and enjoy being a family!

She sat in my lap on the drive home, pressing her shaking body firmly against my chest; she was still a little shaken up from her long night, and was relieved to be going home.

The storm had passed and the sun was shining bright. After a warm bath and a few bowls of food that she gulped down like she'd never eaten before, we took her to some of her favorite places and later let her pick out new toys and treats at the pet store.

That night we all snuggled blissfully in bed. When it was time to sleep, our dog took her usual place at the foot of our bed and sighed a content sigh. I turned off the lamp and fell peacefully asleep. Our world had been set right.

I love dogs but can't bear to keep one, why couldn't they live a good 60 years at least