We are at Amelia, and have had a very pleasant but quiet few days here. For the most part.
It rained intermittently today, and with Jimmy happily ensconced on the sofa watching the Falcons, I decided to take Andy for a walk during a lull in the weather. We ended up walking way down the beach. It was deserted, and I let Andy off his leash so he could run off some of his pent-up energy.
He ran ahead of me, chasing gulls, and when he disappeared into the dunes, I wasn't too worried because he never strays far and comes back when I call. This time though, there was no sign of him, and when the rain started again, I began to panic.
For a good thirty minutes I ran up and down the beach, soaked to the skin, screaming, "ANDY, ANDY!!" while water poured off my wig into my eyes. Finally, distraught and in tears, I headed back to enlist Jimmy's help and to tell him I'd lost our dog.
I had not given Andy credit for having enough sense to find his way home, but there he was, sitting at the door, waiting for me. And he wasn't even wet.
He has a rabies tag on his collar, but when we get home, I'm going to get one of those tags with names and addresses and phone numbers on it; I may look into having him microchipped. I love my dog.
