First, comes the flood of relief that he's been found.
Then comes the utter panic that he was LOST IN THE FIRST PLACE. What??? How did he get out? Where was he? Is he okay?
Most importantly, WHERE'S DAISY???
Apparently, a guy without a cell phone found Moose wandering in the park near my house. Moose was hanging out with another dog who matched Daisy's description. Moose came to the man, but the other dog was a little more skitish. Which sounds exactly like Daisy. Since he didn't have a cell phone, he asked this woman-- the nicest woman in the world-- to call.
At this point, I FREAK OUT. I'm grabbing my purse, and screaming for our assistant, Elysse, to call the dog walkers and find out if anyone's near the park who can look for Daisy, and writing down the address of the woman who has Moose, and running for the office door, WP racing behind me with my water bottle (which, I gotta say, I found oddly touching).
By the time I was on the freeway, the dog walker was calling to let me know that Moose ran away from the pack on his hike this afternoon. Apparently he found the horses that live just off the trail to be more interesting than the rest of his canine pals.
So, whew. I know what happened. I know Moose is fine.
But all I can think is WHAT ABOUT DAISY???
My dog walker assures me that Daisy is safe at home. Whoever this other dog was that sounded like Daisy, was NOT actually Daisy. Because when Moose left for his hike, Daisy was tucked safely on the couch.
Which I logically know is probably true.
Still, I had to get home. I had to see Daisy IN MY HOUSE and know that she, like Moose, was fine.
So while the dog walkers went to pick up Moose from the incredibly wonderful woman who took him in, I raced through rush hour traffic. And when I walked in the door... there, indeed, was Daisy. Nestled happily on the couch.
Then Moose came home, and jumped on me as if to say, "Mom, that was scary!" He's been clingy all night.
And I am weak with relief.
It going to rain tonight, and I can't imagine the hell I would be going through if that nice man and that kind woman hadn't found Moose and helped him find his way home.
I'll be forever grateful.
I'll also take this opportunity to remind everyone: even if your dog is microchipped (as mine are), make sure they're wearing a collar and tags with a legible phone number.
As it did for me today, that one simple thing could save you a world of worry.