It's BJ. This morning a scary thing happened. My leash slipped off Mom's arm and she didn't notice at first. She said she started to panic and ran up and down the street we just came from. I would have been hard to miss. I was wearing my bright red FidoFleece, my collar with all my tags and phone number, and my leash.
She ran home because she thought I might have gone there (I know the way.) By this time Mom was crying, her stomach was upset, and wasn't thinking clearly, so she ran back to retrace our steps. No luck, so she ran back home and Gary, our doorman, asked if he spoke to the other doorman on the blocks. Nope, she was so upset she didn't think of it. Instead she went back to our apartment to get her cell phone and sure enough one of the doorman on the other block called.
When she came to get me she was crying and very grateful. Someone saw me and brought me to the nearest building; that's why she didn't see me on the street. I was inside. I think I was in a bit of shock because I could't find mommy and thought the worst. I had been abandoned on the streets when I was a puppy. I was a very happy pup when I saw her and got picked up and hugged.
We went home for breakfast.
1. ALWAYS hold onto the leash with your and and not on your arm.
2. ALWAYS carry your cell phone. It would have saved a lot of running.