Call for Taylor the Blunder Dog
Jilda and I don't have kids so please humor me. We have dogs. We only
have one dog of our choosing and that would be Taylor. She's named after
my guitar....don't ask why. The rest are dogs that were abandoned except
for Buddy which belonged to my mother-in-law and came to us when she could
no longer care for him.
Taylor is a dump dog. That's where I found her several years ago when
she was a puppy. Her previous owners had dropped her off by the side of
Empire road where she stayed faithfully waiting for their return. That
didn't happen. I saw her there and figured she had simply wandered off
and became lost. But after a few days in August it became apparent to
me that no one was coming to fetch her so I stopped and picked her up.
She was nasty, and half starved and very reluctant to go with me, but
finally I caught her and put her in the truck and carried her home. Jilda
was surprised because it is usually her that is a softie for animals.
Taylor has been with us ever since.
Last Tuesday Taylor didn't come home which is not too unusual because
she has wandered off for a day or two in the past. She didn't come back
on Wednesday either and we became concerned because we had to go out of
town overnight on Wednesday. We called for a long time that evening before
we left. I had a sinking feeling but I still had not given up hope. When
we got back home late Thursday evening I expected to see her run up to
greet us but she didn't.
We had already alerted our neighbors to keep a watch out for her, and
a quick call to them on Thursday night proved fruitless.
On Friday morning I decided to go for a walk down behind our barn to see
if I could find her. After a few minutes of walking I heard a faint cry.
It didn't sound like a dog...not sure even how to describe it. I moved
quickly toward the muffled sound. Down in the hollow behind our house
in a tangle of saw briers and poison ivy, I came upon a hole in the ground
and barely visible at the opening was a pair of dog legs. She had been
chasing a rabbit or an armadillo and climbed too deeply into the hole.
She was stuck there and had been for three days. I tried to pull her out
but she was really stuck. I dug with my hands but was making little progress.
I ran back to the house and got a shovel and after a long while, I was
able to free her. She was literally dying of thirst.
I called for Jilda as we made our way home and she cried when she saw
Taylor waddling back into the yard. Taylor must have drank two gallons
of water. After a while, she ate and she slept for most of the day and
night but it looks like she will make it.
I hope she learned her lesson, but only time will tell.