Oh, thank you all so much for your sweet words and prayers for our Preacher. I went to bed last night wondering how I was going to cope without him. Just as I was nodding off the phone rang. It was my veterinarian's exchange.
A man found Preacher crying on his porch and called the number that is on his rabies tag. I was so glad that he didn't care it was almost midnight and I'm so thankful I have a great vet that keeps his emergency exchange informed of all his animal's identification numbers so they can be reunited with their owners when they get lost.
Clay and I jumped in the truck and drove to the man's house. He lives about one and half miles from us.
Preacher hates to ride in a vehicle. He shivers and gets really stiff. But man, was he happy when we pulled up. He ran to greet us and let Clay set him on the seat next to me in the truck.
When we got home he ran straight in the house and got a drink of water out of the toilette, then sprinted upstairs and jumped on a sleeping Seth's head, then he ran into Ellen's room and licked her face, then he went to sleep.
We're very happy he's home. He's very happy to be home.
My guess is we had some cyclist out here yesterday when I was gone and I think they may have stopped to pet Preacher, which to Preacher is an invitation to come on a bike ride. Unfortunately, they didn't ride back to our house and he was left stranded and lost.
So, maybe I need to post a sign that says,
DO NOT PET OR TALK TO OUR VERY FRIENDLY DOG OR HE WILL FOLLOW YOU HOME!!!
PLEASE DO NOT TAKE OUR DOG ON A BIKE RIDE UNLESS YOU BRING HIM BACK HOME.
NO NICE CYCLIST ALLOWED!!