I have kind of a nice story to tell on Resurrection Day.
We have two dogs, a lovable black lab and a rather brilliant Beagle mix who goes by the name of 'Sheriff' and has a nickname I use, 'Madame Curie' as a tribute to her intellect. [I am generally glad that she lacks thumbs and the gift of speech, it might be more than an old guy could endure.] Sheriff is getting on in years and has had a round of sickness that has made her lethargic for several months. She got to feeling better and returned to her Beagle roots, ornery.
Her revitalized vitality has led her to head out and about, escaping the fence in ways the Lab can never master. Thursday morning she left and did not come back, we searched everywhere we could to find, hollering like idiots all over the county. We finally broke down and told our daughter the Sheriff ran off, not a good scene.
None of us are social media users, FaceBook, Twitter and the rest. But our progeny knows a lot of people who do use it. She sent them pictures of Sheriff and they posted them all over the place. About six hours after posting, she got a call from a friend saying a woman that she never met sent a picture back asking if this was the dog and it was. Sheriff had been found by a family about ten miles away who took her in and did some posting of their own while our mutt played with their daughter. We swooped in and brought her home this morning.
She had been gone for four days and
three nights but was none the worse for her adventure except that she was tired and hungry. Social media (often the recipient of my criticism), a circle of our daughters' friends and a kind family saved our pup.
