Life in the Fast Lane


Lost and, Thankfully, Found

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Sometimes, I'm in such a rush that I don't get to say goodbye to my dogs before leaving for work. Today was one of those days. I didn't realize that I went over my usual allotted time for running, so I had to finish getting ready for work in record time. I was out the door before I knew it, and something told me I should've spent at least a minute or two with the dogs first.

Well, my intuition served me right.

Around 10am, I received a phone call from an unregistered number. The stranger asked if I had a dog named Cassie.

My heart started pounding, and I asked him, "Why are you asking me this?"

"Hi! Actually, I have your dog here with me. Our driver found her on the main road."

Panic set in, and my brain didn't register how this stranger had my number. "I got your number through your dog's collar," was his answer.

It only dawned on me then that the customized dog tags I ordered for my dogs years ago had my name and number on them.

Just to be sure, I asked the stranger to describe how Cassie looked like. "Brown Labrador, female, with some white fur on her muzzle and paws." That was definitely Cassie.

I thanked him for keeping Cassie safe, asked for his address (which happened to be along the main road outside of our village, about a ten- to fifteen-minute walk in human footsteps), and called our helper at home to let her know. Just to describe the gravity of this situation: when I say "main road", I do mean a busy road where lots of trucks, cars, jeepneys, tricycles pass, and where a lot of establishments ranging from salons to restaurants to convenience stores to banks are located.

I was just recovering from the shock of knowing that my dog had gotten lost when, several minutes later, our other helper called me up. "Tin, nawawala si Buddy" ("Tin, Buddy — our Golden Retriever — is missing").

I had not realized that both of our dogs had gotten lost; I thought it was just Cassie.

I started firing away, asking random questions incredulously, not comprehending at all how both dogs had gone missing, worried that no one had contacted me about Buddy's whereabouts the way someone did with Cassie. I was also wondering why in the world our village guards hadn't noticed that two large dogs had left the village.

The helper hung up shortly after, frantic as she was on her way to look for Buddy. All this time, I was updating the rest of my family through Viber, and my heart wouldn't stop pounding. I prayed for Buddy to be safe, for him to be found.

Some time had passed when our helper, who was on her way back with Cassie presumably, called me again. With relief lacing her voice, she said she had also found Buddy on her way back, also along the main road outside our village.

My family and I are truly grateful that both dogs were found, and that neither of them were harmed or dognapped (you never know these days). They could have gotten run over, or we could have lost them forever.

Morals of this story:

  1. Always ensure that your doors and gates are closed. Dogs can and will escape as soon as there's an opening. This could easily happen when someone enters the front door and leaves it slightly ajar; if your dogs happen to be in the yard, as soon as the gates open for a car to come in or go out, they could easily seize that chance to visit their favorite playground.

  2. Invest in dog tags that have your name and number on them. Prior to three years ago, which was when I had my dogs' tags customized, my dogs were your average choke chain wearers. They never had any identification on them. If you can afford GPS trackers, or even microchip implants, then consider them as well. 

  3. Most importantly, never take your time with your furry family members for granted. You never know what may happen.
These furballs drive me crazy at times, but I'm just so glad that they're back where they belong — right at home.

Thank You, Lord, for keeping them safe.

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  1. I hate it when that happens. My dog escaped during the early hours of dawn through an open window. She managed to chew, claw, and paw her way out through the screen. I ended up searching for her in my pajamas. Three hours into my search, 6 miles away from home, and now on the wrong side of the tracks, I heard her shrill bark and followed the sound: And there she was, small mutt trying to pick a fight with a Rottweiler four times her size, through a fence. I was happy, and the big Rotty had this "What's her problem?" look his face. Lord knows how long she was out on her own, to have made it that far away from home. I'm glad your Buddy and Cassie made it home safe, sound, healthy, and in one piece.

    1. Glad you found your dog, too, Marc. That was quite a journey! Thanks for dropping by!


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