My friend, Micki has a little maltese mix named Rascal. I have a Bichon named Bubba. They get along ok, except in the car because they don’t like to take turns driving. Rascal was 11 years old when he got out of the fence at the groomer’s and ran into the woods. We all looked for days for Rascal, including Bubba. We went up and down the roads and through the woods, calling Rascal, and Bubba would bark to Rascal. Micki always said Rascal was her best friend. We did not find him. 3 months later, Micki moved to Virginia.
About 6 months after she moved, I came home from work to a voice mail from a lady saying she had my dog. Well, I looked over at Bubba and thought, what is she talking about? So, I called her and told her she had left the message on the wrong person’s machine. She said ‘no, the vet gave me your number, off the rabies tag, and said this dog’s name is Rascal.’ After 9 months! I could not believe it. I had forgotten that I had taken Rascal for his shots with Bubba and the vet put him in my name – that was a miracle itself, because they never would have found Micki.The woman said she found him outside her house, matted cold and hungry – about 40 miles away from where he went missing! Well, I did not call Micki right away because I wanted to be sure I had Rascal first. I asked the lady if she would take Rascal to my co-workers house, who lived in her town, because I didn’t know that town, so she did that and my co-worker brought Rascal to work the next day. (more…)
