A Wandering Dog story

I told Buffy a fib today, but she got back at me. I had a vet appt for her rabies and parvo shots, but I asked her if she wanted to come to work with me. Then I drove right to the vets. And carried her in, of course. Then we went back to work.

She stayed and walked around all day, cowering under everyone's desk. Teresa's, Roberts,Andrea's and even the new people in Customer Service. The front door was open and the gate. I guess I shouldn't have believed Robert when he said she would be fine in Customer Service. She preferred staying in there than under my desk since I was concentrating on my work and ignoring her. It was pretty warm inside, but lovely outside.

They have a floor fan in C.S. that blows right under Robert's desk. (He thinks she just likes him, but I notice she sits so she can get the breeze.)

Anyway, I checked on her about two or three times, and each time she came out when I called her. So the last time I checked, she didn't come out of C.S. It was around 4:30, right before the customer service employees leave. She wasn't in there. She had run off again.

I went right to my office to get her leash and headed over to the bus depot next to our warehouse. That's where she went the last two times she wandered off. There was some nice smelly mud mixed with diesel fuel and oil residue that she likes to roll around in. Who knows what else might have been in there?

This time I walked right in and went to the spot, calling out to her, but no answer. I saw some employees outside and asked them if they had seen a smallish dog, but they hadn't. So I kept calling her, went out in front of the place and called, looked around, crossed the street, calling, looked back in the bus parking area, didn't see her anywhere. I thought I might have her her tags clicking, but she didn't come out when I called and I didn't hear her moving. So then I kept walking around the block, calling her name loudly. Nothing moving, no dog.

I was getting a bit worried, wondering where she would have gone to. Then when I rounded the corner on 7th street, I spotted her standing casually in front of the driveway next to the bus depot, at the edge of our building. When I approached her, I tried to act happy and not mad. I offered treats and threw some at her. She would not approach me. When I tried to walk toward her, she ran into the street.

Robert came out and asked where she had been, I told him the bus depot. He couldn't believe how she was acting. So then he said, want to go for a ride? She jumped in his car and settled into the front seat. Then he rolled down the window and I poped on her leash.

Then she was tied to the file cabinet next to my desk, and I told her to lay down in her bed. When she started to pull it over, I tied her to the flat files. After about 25 minutes when she stopped whining I untied her. She kept trying to get in the corner and sit on the computer wires. Finally I finished work and went home.

Berry read me the riot act and suggested that from now on, I tie her up on a long leash so she cannot leave. We'll see about that. She is staying home by herself for now.