A couple weeks ago Diesel ran away after Paul took him with as my dad taught Paul to shoot clay targets. It seems quite obvious now that Diesel would have been scared of the shooting since he is also afraid of thunderstorms and fireworks. He went missing on a Friday about 3 1/2 hours from our house (at my Grandma's house). After searching and calling for him Friday and Saturday, we had to leave to go to Haley's first communion. Sunday we headed back home dog less for the first time in almost 4 years. Apparently he had been sighted a couple times between Friday and the following Monday. Someone had even seen him and called for him, but he ran away. We decided to drive back up to where he was last seen and look around the area again on Wednesday and Thursday because we figured he might return to a stranger, but he would certainly want to return home to us. We still didn't have any luck. We drove back home Thursday night without Diesel again. Friday morning my dad found him, brought him to the vet (where he got a massive Frontline dosage), and met Paul's dad halfway to our house. Paul's dad drove him back to our house Friday night! Yeah! We cleaned off the numerous ticks that he had acquired in his outdoor adventures. He was pretty tired as both girls doted on him all night long. Grace insisted he eat, so carried his dog dish around whereever he went. Lydia did her part and carried his bone to whereever he was lying and tried to get him to chew it.
During the week Diesel was gone, I knew that I missed him, but I wasn't prepared for the heartache of knowing how much the girls missed him. Both Grace and Lydia adore Diesel (or D. Buddy if you are talking to Grace). He has to be included in all the little games we play including Ring Around the Rosie and catch. I seem to always be stuck beween Lydia and Diesel when we play catch. We missed you Diesel!