Chapter 5: The Start Of Our Conspiracy (A True Story)

Phone now fully charged off I went with Kev and Peter up the track, thankfully I had a two-cord lead, so I had one free hand to use my phone, and it was at that moment that I knew I needed some mental help, I needed to talk to someone desperately.

Kerry darling, please pick up, all it took was one ring, “Mum, mum, are you OK?” she replied. “No darling, I am not,” then the sobbing began.

It’s hard to explain, yet I just needed to let it all out. I couldn’t look or sound any worse than I already did, and as much as with your children, you never want to worry them or show your true hurt. This was an exception, the biggest exception that I felt was actually justifiable.

My daughter and I will always come together in a crisis, and one thing we both know is that we always have each other’s back, even if one of us is wrong.

The sobbing was now starting to ease, and now between us, we were discussing in-depth about the photo of George and who this woman was.

Then my phone bleeped — it was Gary, and he was now sending me the photo that this lady had taken of George. This was Kerry’s first time of how she had to learn how to be patient with me; as my words were, “have to go, darling, Gary is now sending the photo,” click, and I was gone.

It was George, my beautiful baby, my handsome shiny furred baby; my eyes were just staring at the photo. The message Gary sent along with the photo was, “Look, George isn’t alone; he is with 2 other dogs.”

All I wanted now was my bloody car as I needed to find this woman. Where does she bloody live?

Gary then phoned and asked where I was; all I could say was that I was on a track near the scrap yard somewhere with Kev and Peter. Gary wasn’t far away as he was out searching on his pushbike, so he told me to hold tight and he would find me.

Obviously, I didn’t, and I continued to walk along the track, whistling and whistling with all my might.

It wasn’t long before I could see Gary in the distance, and I started to, for some reason, wave my arms in the air; then, I just froze, waiting for him to get to me.

Gary was in such high spirits, and I could hear in his voice how he just knew that it wouldn’t be long before we found George.

Gary started to explain how Bob and Patrick had been to see the lady who had taken the photo of George and how she had pointed out to them the direction that George had ran off to after she had taken the photo.

Bob and Patrick worked for Gary as his technicians, and Gary had instructed them to keep looking that day for George and to cancel all installations to do with work.

The guilt at this point as to all the help that I was receiving was extremely overwhelming; I always knew that all my friends are amazing, yet this was more than overwhelming that the tears kept flowing and the snot kept dripping.

So, my question to Gary was: where does this woman live?

Gary then told me that she isn’t home at the moment and how he had some more information about George. He then pointed to a man in the distance standing outside of a house.

Gary went on to say how that man is a very nice gentleman, and he owns chihuahuas; as Gary was explaining how this man thinks that he also…

…saw George yesterday, we continued to walk. My tears were now flowing like a complete waterfall the closer that we got to the man.

I could also see a woman in the distance in the same house standing on what appeared to be a large balcony; it was now past midday, yet I could see she was wearing a dressing gown. I could also see that she was staring at me, really staring at me.

At last, we were there, I was in front of this man, and the only words that came out were, “Did you see my George yesterday?”

The rather cold look on his face as I stood there with tears still flowing, he said, “I am not sure yet. I did see a little black dog yesterday with a brown dog.”

The whole situation just seemed so odd. Apparently, they owned chihuahuas; also, that must have been his wife standing on the balcony staring at me from a distance now of around 20ft. She must have heard our conversation; she could see me crying, yet she just stood there.

So, all I could do was thank him and continue looking for my baby. Yet in my mind, all I could think was what a heartless cow not to even come over not to do anything yet stare at me.

Gary and I parted ways, and he peddled off to continue searching, and I at this point didn’t know where I was or which way to turn, so I continued to be guided by Kev.

Shit, my phone made me jump as the siren sound rang, thinking it must be Claudia. I didn’t even check the number. A stranger’s voice was rambling on about a little black dog; she had actually just seen a little black dog running along the track in Sierra Gorda.

My heart actually hit the floor as my warehouse is at Sierra Gorda, and I was about 1 mile away from Sierra Gorda. I have also taken George with me many times to work, so this could be it.

Why, why didn’t I have my bloody car? I thanked the lady, and as I was frantically trying to work out the quickest way to actually get to Sierra Gorda from where I was, my phone started to ring again; this time, it was Claudia.

“I am at the airport waiting for my car,” she said. “Someone has seen George at Sierra Gorda; please hurry up meet me at Sierra Gorda,” I said.

I wished at that moment I had a satellite view as to where I was so that I could pinpoint a straight line through the fields, the quickest route to Sierra Gorda, even if it meant climbing fences.

I have no idea how I did it, yet I got to Sierra Gorda in under 30 mins. I had actually got there before Claudia.

As I ran to my warehouse then over to the track, I can’t explain why, but I knew my George wasn’t there. This was the first time that I actually knew that my George just wasn’t there. This was the first time that I actually started to feel what is the bloody point he isn’t here.

It wasn’t long before Claudia turned up. I didn’t even say hello I just said, “Take me home.”

The strain on Claudia’s face showed her concern for me, and we didn’t speak a word on the way back to mine. I knew that she knew that I was struggling to hold myself together; apart from being totally exhausted, the way I looked said it all.

As we got closer to mine, I did what I did each time…

I got near to the gates was somehow manage to cling onto hope, hope that George would be there waiting for me. Hope was all that I had as thinking the worst was destroying me.

As Claudia put Blu and Romeo in her car, she said that she would go straight to her daughter’s house and collect Mika. Mika was Maxine’s dog, a little girl that was in season, and because my George still had his balls, Claudia had hope that if George was hiding that the scent from Mika would goad him out.

It had been over 24 hours now that George had been missing, and at this point, I wouldn’t dismisses any idea. As Claudia drove off down the track, I felt some sense of gratitude knowing that she would be out looking, so this gave me some time to get back on the computer and give Facebook ago.

First, though, I needed to feed the dogs, which wasn’t getting any easier seeing George’s little red bowl. It was also starting to affect Peter. I felt so helpless as I passed him his dinner; it was like Peter actually knew that George was lost.

Peter came into my life because of a wonderful lady named Kate and her husband, Steve. Steve is obviously wonderful as well as he puts up with Kate LOL, well, she is a stickler for rescuing rather a lot of dogs.

Kate had named Peter Buddy, and I asked her to write a few words of how Buddy came into her life, and this is what she wrote:

“I volunteered in a refuge for abandoned/unwanted dogs in the town of Baza. We would walk, clean, and feed the dogs daily, and then they were left for 24 hours until the next day when volunteers came in. It wasn’t anywhere near ideal but better than dying on the streets.”

All the dogs stole your hearts but having puppies in was really heartbreaking.

You had to try and keep your emotional distance from them; no one could rescue them all. It was emotionally very difficult.

One day I was taking out a group of puppies to play while their pen was cleaned, and the smallest one just clung to me; he had his paws around my neck. Some puppies did better than others, and I could see this one was failing. He wasn’t getting enough food, and he had lost the will to fight for it; he was giving up. I couldn’t put him back.

I said I would foster him and take him home; I hadn’t told Steve and was pretty sure he wouldn’t be remotely keen. He wasn’t!

Buddy was only with us a short while before he found a home, but he took over in a very short while. He slept on the bed; although that wasn’t what I had intended, my dogs promptly moved out into another room and sulked.

He did smell quite badly having skin problems; I’m only surprised Steve didn’t move out as well!!!

Every time I carried him out for his pees and poos, he would turn around and scamper for the house as fast as possible. He just wasn’t used to the big, wide world and preferred the sofa and cuddles.

He was the most adorable little soul but then, what puppy isn’t?

There are always some dogs that you’ve rescued that always stand out in your mind, and he is one of them. It’s always a joy to see him again and to know that he is happy, loved, and cherished.

Regards Kate xxxx

I had never before adopted a dog, yet when I heard about this poor little mite with a skin condition, I just melted. I certainly had the room, and for me, little dogs are just so precious. They are not handbag dogs or toys; they are big dogs in their own rights.

So, I thought about it for 10 minutes, and then I contacted Kate to say, “He can come and live with me,” stupidly I didn’t think to check what part of Spain she was in and when she said, “Oh you are 4 hours away from me, do you have a car?”

For a split second, I did toy with the idea of saying “No,” yet I then decided to explain that a four-hour drive for me, what with work and having other dogs to look after that I didn’t see how I possibly could.

Then hallelujah, Kate said that she would drive to mine with Buddy. While thinking giddy thoughts, I had to do a double-take as I was sure that she had just said, “As I will need to do a house check, so it makes sense if I drive to you.”

A house check, a bloody house check, what is one of them. Why would it matter if my house was dirty or if the windows weren’t clean???????

Anyway, if it meant I could have this little bundle of joy, I just went with it; Kate went on to explain how she and her husband Steve were planning to move very near to me in the very near future so the journey would be beneficial to them.

This made me feel not quite as guilty, yet I was still wondering about what a house check actually was. We agreed on them bringing Buddy on the Sunday to me, and it was only Wednesday, so I had plenty of time to prepare for this so-called house check.

I was so excited on Sunday, I was not sure that George was or Steve, yet I knew my little Kev would love the idea of another brother in the house.

From the moment that Buddy arrived, he followed me everywhere. He loved his new name; I actually think he was proud to be named Peter.

Kate could see instantly that this was the home for him, and I could see the sadness in her eyes, knowing that in a couple of hours’ time, she would be without her Buddy.

Yet the joy also showed in her face of the knowledge that she had saved this little boy and that he now had his forever home where he would be loved forever.

Steve, Kate’s husband, on the other hand, was strangely baffled that my dog had his name LOL. So, obviously, I couldn’t resist the urge to keep shouting, “Come on, Steve, follow mummy.”

Kate never did do the house check. I did offer for her to go inside and have a snoop, yet she declined. Me being me, did, however, point out that she should just in case I have a house set up as a sexual dog parlor.

I also did keep in contact with Kate to update her on Peter’s skin condition and to tell her how he farted green clouds all the time.

Kate did tell me that she had forgotten to mention how he farted all the time. Peter now, fortunately, has a wonderful body of fur, the farting has passed, and he has the most attractive under-bite smile LOL.

Peter is such a loyal dog, and he took such a shine to George. George, for some reason, tolerated Peter right down to letting Peter into his day bed, so,

For George not being here, Peter was actually lost himself, and after Peter had finished his dinner that day, he ran upstairs to look for George.

As I called for Peter to come downstairs, I could hear Peter crying, so before I could even begin Facebook, I knew that right now I was needed.

I had to pull myself together and give my babies some love.

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