The Dog Pooh

The Return to the NCBH

I was now in the back of a car, Gyll was in the back with me, and Jon was driving, and Karen was in the passenger seat; there was absolutely no going back now. “Just follow the track,” I said. “Stop, we are here,” I said.

“Stay in the car Christine,” said Karen. Then I watched as Karen and Gyll pulled on the bell outside the house (it’s too long-winded to keep writing the non-chihuahua breeder’s house). Can we now call it simply the NCBH?

No one came to the door, I sat patiently in the car with Jon, and the girls kept pulling that rope, nothing. They then looked over the gate and could see a van in the driveway, so these girls kept pulling on that rope bell.

OK, so it felt like 15 minutes, but it was actually only 5 minutes, and eventually, the lady came to the gate. Not in her dressing gown, she was actually in a very pretty dress and all made up. Lipstick on and her hair in a bun. Odd how the man didn’t come out?

The Smell of Hope

Jon and I had the car windows open, and we could hear Gyll and Karen apologizing and pleading with this lady for me to come in yet again as their friend can’t sleep, and for some reason, she is fixated that George may have made his way to your house possibly smelling bitches in season.

The lady agreed; however, this time, she was supercross, very cross, and as I walked in, the man appeared, and then I looked at the van; the NCBH lady said, “Go on, go on, you want to look in the back of the van?” I declined.

As Karen and Gyll were trying to calm the couple down, as yes, I understand I was on their property yet one million percent, without a doubt, if someone thought I had taken their dog, I would even let them look under my bed and make them a cup of tea. That’s obviously just me, but I promise I would.

Circling the Truth

As I walked around their house, I became all weak as it had now been a bloody week; you might think I was just being paranoid to look in their van or under their bed; I knew gosh it had been a week if they had him they had their own plan, George would have been moved to a new location.

It was what came next, though that was interesting, the man — the NCBH man — kept pointing to the front area of all the fields, and for some reason, he knew all the search was concentrated on the back of the land (they never came to help with the search). He became very passionate about as to why no one had been searching there, so I said, “The lady is adamant that George ran back up to the fields. Then we all left their house, and we all had a feeling of bullshitters, and because the NCBH man not once yet many times kept saying you need to look at the back of the land, this is what we did next.

The Pooh Clue

Jon drove us round to a field in the opposite direction, basically to where the NCBH had pointed. We parked up, and I began frantically whistling, and Gyll and Karen were rummaging in all the bushes. Jon had walked further afield, and then I spotted a dog pooh, a small fresh dog pooh on a slope. Sounds odd, yet I really felt it was made by George, the way that George always had to take a pooh on a slope; he actually cocked his leg when taking a dump. With that, Karen and Gyll came to take a look at the pooh, and the conversation got rather bizarre; Karen even shouted to Jon, “Jon, come and look at the pooh,” shouted Karen. Seriously the look on Jon’s face was priceless.

The Long Walk Home

After another hour of looking, it began to rain. I knew that even if it was George’s pooh that the distance he could have gone by now was bigger than what I could possibly ask these kind people to help me with. I asked them to take me home as I was also desperate to get back here with Kev. As they drove me home, the talk in the car was still all about the pooh and how we all believed that by now, if the NCBH had had him that with George being all over Facebook now that they may have become nervous and just let him go.

Kev’s Night Hike

I was now home reflecting on the day and thankful to these wonderful people that actually believed in me and were so kind to take the time to help me. Sue had called to say that she was home and sitting with Ishy and that tomorrow she would somehow get to the vets as the snow was extremely bad. I felt so terrible for Sue as I knew how much Ishy meant to her, and there was absolutely nothing that I could do to help.

Hell, I was tired, yet I knew I needed to now take Kev back to the same spot that Jon had taken us to, yes, the dog pooh. It was still raining, yet luckily the rain didn’t bother Kev, so off we went. Kev being so small, I never let him off the lead as I worry he might fall down a rabbit hole or a pipe in the ground.

Hope in the Darkness

My word Kev was on such a mission, I had taken him to the pooh, he gave it a quick sniff then he was off, not in a straight line it was curve after curve then he went into a field where there was something growing in the ground it was like a field full of massive dock leaves. I couldn’t see Kev as the leaves were bigger than him, yet again he took me left and then right, he never stopped. He was sniffing and continually moving. Then we hit a fence, he was straight under, yet the fence was too wobbly and high for me to climb; poor Kev at this point was squeaking, and all I could say was, “Kev, I can’t let you off the lead.”

I can’t tell you as to how much that I wanted to as I really felt that we were close. Kev kept pulling on the lead to go further, and I had to pull him back; it was a fight as he didn’t want to come back. It was now starting to get dark, and both Kev and I were rather wet. Making the decision to go home was a difficult one, yet it had to be made. This wasn’t a movie, and it wasn’t a human that was missing, so no helicopters and police with dogs were going to help me, and I alone couldn’t cover the area.

The Facebook Post

After feeding the dogs, I went straight to my Facebook page, and I wrote my 7th post:

“My heart is breaking as I still haven’t found my beautiful baby George (my friends and family will call him moody George). I have 4 other dogs, but my George is so unique (OK within his life of 10 years, the first time I left him for the night (with my daughter), he sat in the kitchen and howled. Today I couldn’t believe how many kind and wonderful people helped me look for George. The support and kindness has been amazing. I am the luckiest person ever with friends that I have; I also can’t believe the kindness of people that I have never met. I can’t give up as I know my moody George is waiting for me to find him xxx.”

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