how was your weekend?
i went to chico, where my best friend, amy, lives. we've known each other since we were 16, and she's the most magical person i've ever met. she's part of an art collective, called 'the den', and they all have this fantastical style that tickles my brain and sensibilities and makes me feel like spirits are whispering in my ear, all to a 1920's soundtrack. that's the best way i can describe it.
the art collective was having a party at an art gallery where they were showing. amy's new boyfriend ron is a dj...and refreshingly he is not a breaks/electro/drumandbase/trance dj. he played THE BEST dance music ever. everything from depeche mode remixes to bluegrass to lounge...and he had a way of putting it all together so it just....WENT. the party had a 'mask' theme, and amy does extraordinary things with felt, and gave me a mask that transformed me into a mystical flowerccat faery. mmmm...just what i wanted to be for the new year.
i brought leo (my astoundingly fuzzy chow) with me. he didn't get to hang out for long, because of some 'no animals' issue. so i put him in jail the cab of my truck. about 1/2 an hour after midnight, ron comes rushing over to inform me that leo is tearing apart my car.
indeed, he ate off the plastic apholstery under the passenger window, and had started in on the seat. he has seperation anxiety, but this was pretty extreme. we moved him into the back of amy's truck, which has a camper shell. i hung with him until he stopped shaking and crying. i realized after some went off right by the truck, that he was freaking because of fireworks. last new year he tore apart furniture in my house because he was home alone and people were setting them off in my neighborhood. same with the 4th of july. he just gets an overwhelming impulse to FLEE. but after he had chilled out, i left him and went back to the party. an hour later i went out check on him.
and he was gone!
he had pushed open the top hatch and jumped out! he knew where i was, and i was parked right out front, so it wasn't an issue of trying to find me. he was running away. a bunch of us ran around the neighborhood calling for him , and asking everyone we ran into if they'd seen him. after 45 minutes and no dice, amy and i jumped in my truck and began to drive around in the direction people had said he was headed. we found a cop who had seen him at 6th and main...and by the direction he pointed, we realized leo was headed out of the center of town, towards bidwell park (which is HUGE), and that we were about 25 minutes behind him.
i was scared, and yet i wasn't panicking...i was just completely focused on the mission of finding him. losing him was just not an option. there was no way i was going to rest until i found him...i was already planning how i would spend the next day calling every shelter in the surrounding counties and putting up lost signs. he is so bonded to me...and i to him. he's my companion and a soul mate...every fiber in my body was calling for him..."just find someone to help you. i 'm looking for you, you have to stop running." i understood how parents who lose children are tireless in their search, even after years.
we reached the park, still without having found him. and it was gated. we drove around the parameter, with me jumping out at every gate and running in, calling calling. by this time we were at the freeway. i thought maybe i'd really lost him. i found him on the freeway you know, a week after the fourth of july in 2003 (fireworks again i'm willing to bet).
i thought to call my answering machine back home, in case someone had found him and called the number on his tag. sure enough, a very drunk girls voice slurred her location and the capture of my dog. it also slurred her phone number. we drove to the location, hoping to see them, but they were nowhere to be found, along with the hotel they had named. we stopped at one of the 4 hotels on the corner, and used their phone to call mine again...there was another message! a little more sober...and they were at the same hotel we standing in the lobby of! i speed dialed her number, and ran outside. she was one corridor down...smiling from ear to ear...and leo stood in the doorway...looking like he couldn't believe his eyes...his ears flattening, tail wagging, giving me soft kisses. she and her boyfriend had just seen him running around and realized that he must be lost. what angels. i felt so incredibly lucky and blessed. i'm so thankful leo is unbearable fuzzy and cute.
it was a good way to start the new year, lost and found.
i went to chico, where my best friend, amy, lives. we've known each other since we were 16, and she's the most magical person i've ever met. she's part of an art collective, called 'the den', and they all have this fantastical style that tickles my brain and sensibilities and makes me feel like spirits are whispering in my ear, all to a 1920's soundtrack. that's the best way i can describe it.
the art collective was having a party at an art gallery where they were showing. amy's new boyfriend ron is a dj...and refreshingly he is not a breaks/electro/drumandbase/trance dj. he played THE BEST dance music ever. everything from depeche mode remixes to bluegrass to lounge...and he had a way of putting it all together so it just....WENT. the party had a 'mask' theme, and amy does extraordinary things with felt, and gave me a mask that transformed me into a mystical flowerccat faery. mmmm...just what i wanted to be for the new year.
i brought leo (my astoundingly fuzzy chow) with me. he didn't get to hang out for long, because of some 'no animals' issue. so i put him in jail the cab of my truck. about 1/2 an hour after midnight, ron comes rushing over to inform me that leo is tearing apart my car.
indeed, he ate off the plastic apholstery under the passenger window, and had started in on the seat. he has seperation anxiety, but this was pretty extreme. we moved him into the back of amy's truck, which has a camper shell. i hung with him until he stopped shaking and crying. i realized after some went off right by the truck, that he was freaking because of fireworks. last new year he tore apart furniture in my house because he was home alone and people were setting them off in my neighborhood. same with the 4th of july. he just gets an overwhelming impulse to FLEE. but after he had chilled out, i left him and went back to the party. an hour later i went out check on him.
and he was gone!
he had pushed open the top hatch and jumped out! he knew where i was, and i was parked right out front, so it wasn't an issue of trying to find me. he was running away. a bunch of us ran around the neighborhood calling for him , and asking everyone we ran into if they'd seen him. after 45 minutes and no dice, amy and i jumped in my truck and began to drive around in the direction people had said he was headed. we found a cop who had seen him at 6th and main...and by the direction he pointed, we realized leo was headed out of the center of town, towards bidwell park (which is HUGE), and that we were about 25 minutes behind him.
i was scared, and yet i wasn't panicking...i was just completely focused on the mission of finding him. losing him was just not an option. there was no way i was going to rest until i found him...i was already planning how i would spend the next day calling every shelter in the surrounding counties and putting up lost signs. he is so bonded to me...and i to him. he's my companion and a soul mate...every fiber in my body was calling for him..."just find someone to help you. i 'm looking for you, you have to stop running." i understood how parents who lose children are tireless in their search, even after years.
we reached the park, still without having found him. and it was gated. we drove around the parameter, with me jumping out at every gate and running in, calling calling. by this time we were at the freeway. i thought maybe i'd really lost him. i found him on the freeway you know, a week after the fourth of july in 2003 (fireworks again i'm willing to bet).
i thought to call my answering machine back home, in case someone had found him and called the number on his tag. sure enough, a very drunk girls voice slurred her location and the capture of my dog. it also slurred her phone number. we drove to the location, hoping to see them, but they were nowhere to be found, along with the hotel they had named. we stopped at one of the 4 hotels on the corner, and used their phone to call mine again...there was another message! a little more sober...and they were at the same hotel we standing in the lobby of! i speed dialed her number, and ran outside. she was one corridor down...smiling from ear to ear...and leo stood in the doorway...looking like he couldn't believe his eyes...his ears flattening, tail wagging, giving me soft kisses. she and her boyfriend had just seen him running around and realized that he must be lost. what angels. i felt so incredibly lucky and blessed. i'm so thankful leo is unbearable fuzzy and cute.
it was a good way to start the new year, lost and found.
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