Lael
12-07-2008, 08:46 PM
I have always had this fantasy that if I could some way stop time or at least everyone else's time except me and Juno’s, could I go out somewhere, let her go and see if she could get home? I wondered because wherever we go on our walks, she always seems to know the general direction of home.
This morning, while I didn't get the fantasy of stopping other's time, I found out that from 3/4 miles away, Juno does know her way home. Wow...I'm still freaked out about the whole thing. It involved a Great Dane mix and my 15 pound Manchester and Cairn Terrier mix. Let's just say, thanks to a faulty harness, the 15 pounder won.
We were on a familiar walk, one we take several mornings a week. Part of it, the part where we met the big dog, goes through a greenbelt. He was with his owners and other dog, but the man just could not control this dog and in seconds he plowed into Juno. I tried to pull Juno away and got wrapped up in both our leashes and as I pulled her up, she fell out of her harness. For a split second, when I realized I was holding an empty harness, I turned around expecting to see her hanging out of that big jaw. But no, she actually got away and bolted out of the park and down the street like horse out of the gate. She was going in the direction of home. I called, but she wouldn't stop or turn around. I followed, but soon lost sight of her. The first intersection she had to have crossed has a Starbucks on it and people were sitting outside. "Did you see a dog run past here?" "Yes, she went that a way" pointing past the high school still in the direction of home.
I called my neighbor who thankfully was home, "Will you go to my place and see if Juno goes there? She was attacked and got out of her harness and is running...." My neighbor, still in her jammies (what a gal) opened the gates to my backyard and went down the alley calling my dog. About 10 minutes later, I came to the head of the alley, she was pointing, "she's here, she's here, but she's scared."
Yeah, scared, with only some hair pulled away from her skin, she followed the route we always take about 3/4 of a mile away and came home, through two big intersections, past a high school and a big park, a softball stadium and a tennis court. Thank God it was Sunday and the streets were bare.
We are so lucky....and once I get over feeling grateful, I am going to get very pissed…and I don’t mean by drinking :D
This morning, while I didn't get the fantasy of stopping other's time, I found out that from 3/4 miles away, Juno does know her way home. Wow...I'm still freaked out about the whole thing. It involved a Great Dane mix and my 15 pound Manchester and Cairn Terrier mix. Let's just say, thanks to a faulty harness, the 15 pounder won.
We were on a familiar walk, one we take several mornings a week. Part of it, the part where we met the big dog, goes through a greenbelt. He was with his owners and other dog, but the man just could not control this dog and in seconds he plowed into Juno. I tried to pull Juno away and got wrapped up in both our leashes and as I pulled her up, she fell out of her harness. For a split second, when I realized I was holding an empty harness, I turned around expecting to see her hanging out of that big jaw. But no, she actually got away and bolted out of the park and down the street like horse out of the gate. She was going in the direction of home. I called, but she wouldn't stop or turn around. I followed, but soon lost sight of her. The first intersection she had to have crossed has a Starbucks on it and people were sitting outside. "Did you see a dog run past here?" "Yes, she went that a way" pointing past the high school still in the direction of home.
I called my neighbor who thankfully was home, "Will you go to my place and see if Juno goes there? She was attacked and got out of her harness and is running...." My neighbor, still in her jammies (what a gal) opened the gates to my backyard and went down the alley calling my dog. About 10 minutes later, I came to the head of the alley, she was pointing, "she's here, she's here, but she's scared."
Yeah, scared, with only some hair pulled away from her skin, she followed the route we always take about 3/4 of a mile away and came home, through two big intersections, past a high school and a big park, a softball stadium and a tennis court. Thank God it was Sunday and the streets were bare.
We are so lucky....and once I get over feeling grateful, I am going to get very pissed…and I don’t mean by drinking :D