We had a very nice Saturday night. The kids minus Karl and Kalissa, plus the neighbors ate supper at our house then gathered around the fire ring and visited. We were catching up and checking on plans for the upcoming days.
We heard the fireworks being shot off at a neighboring town, prompting Buck to ask if we still had any fireworks left over from previous years. Well we did and he decided to launch a few bottle rockets. After a couple went off, Ruby and Puppycat cowered by my chair. I petted them a bit but thought nothing of it.
About 20 minutes later, the traffic along the highway grew as the fireworks at the local town finished and people headed home. I decided to go into the house to go to the bathroom when I realized Ruby was gone. I called and called, no Ruby. I called and called some more…no Ruby. I checked the house thinking one of the doors might have been open but no Ruby. By then the whole family realized Ruby wasn’t around…and neither was our farm dog, Pepper. All of us split up and headed out calling and calling the dogs. We checked all of the place Pepper sleeps. We checked the barn, the sheds, the pit, the shop, the creek…everywhere. No dogs.
We got into vehicles and drove a couple miles in each direction driving slow and calling. No Ruby..No Pepper. By now, I was sick with worry. I was trying to have a clear head and not just cry.
Kelli was in the same boat as me, ready to cry. Both of us feared the worst-that she had run down the road and gotten hit by a car after all, the traffic was heavy. I was also worried about Buck. He had wanted to shoot the fireworks and I knew he’d blame himself if something happened.
It was late and dark. We all recircled where we had been and looked again all the time calling and calling. I went down along the silage bunker and called and called. Ruby ALWAYS comes when I call…ALWAYS. I was just sick. By this time over an hour had passed.
Our neighbors had gone home with the promise they would keep an eye out and look. I talked to Hubby. We decided we might as well send the kids to bed hoping the dogs would just return on their own. I called one last time and headed towards the house where the kids were starting to gather. I was just sick but Hubby was right, in the dark, there really wasn’t much more we could do.
Then Kelli swung the flash light towards the mailbox and there Ruby was. Ruby was fine and looking good. She was wet but she was fine. I was so thankful. I can’t describe how thankful I was. I had been praying and praying that whatever happened I would be strong enough to accept the results. Oh I could definitely handle a healthy Ruby. We have no idea where she was..but then we realized Pepper was still gone.
We continued to look for Pepper. We called and looked and called some more. No Pepper.
Now Pepper being a farm dog hides and sleeps in all sorts of different places so we had no idea where she was. We didn’t know if she had gone with Ruby. Kelli and I walked a bit through the ditch to the south where Ruby came from but no Pepper. Finally Hubby said we just needed to go to bed. He’d be awake in a couple hours to do chores and would look again then.
I went to sleep with Ruby home and safe..but worried about Pepper.
Luckily, Pepper was home in the morning and completely fine. I am so thankful that the dogs are okay….I am thinking if dogs have nine lives like cats do, Ruby just used up another one.
I do know on thing though, NO MORE FIREWORKS HERE!!