Almost every day, when I take Amber and Jazz to the beach to run, Oz comes along part way then turns aside. He has his own little tour of the neighborhood. And the couple of times he's been to the beach, he hasn't really liked it all that much. So he trots off an does his own thing.
The last few days, he's decided he too is a beach dog. He's come along with the other two and just had a merry ol' time on the beach.
Yesterday, we went a little farther than he's used to going. I don't know if he got confused or just tired or what but he ran up over the dune at the end of Yippee Calle (aka Deadend Road) and didn't come back. I went back to look for him but didn't find him. Amber and Jazz and I came home, hoping (at least I was) that Oz was already back home.
He wasn't. He'd gone missing.
Elaine went out driving around looking for him. I went back walking the beach looking for him. Elaine came back and saddled up Chocolate to go look for him. Neighbors and friends on Yippee Calle were looking for him.
Near the end of a three-hour ride, Elaine and Chocolate found him in the pasture near the end of Yippee Calle and brought him home. He drank about ten gallons of water and then lay down on the deck. Amber knew something was wrong: he went over and laid down right next to Oz.
We already had an appointment to have Oz groomed today. What great timing! He was a mess after his adventure. This is what he looked like when we picked him up this afternoon:
No so oso! ("Not so much a bear!" in really bastardized Spanglish.)
But we're really glad to have him back. He gave us quite a fright. He's welcome to go back to the beach with us but for a while he goes on a leash. For my peace of mind if not for his.
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