Sunday, October 4, 2009

When King was Lost

Yesterday, Rambo, King and I all headed up to Purdue for homecoming. After watch Purdue suffer a ridiculous loss (which I don't care to discuss because I had really high hopes for this season) we went to Mark's fraternity to introduce King to a few of his friends.

King loved the frat house, especially the basement where he proceeded to lick then entire floor which was covered in beer, crumbs and I-don't-want-to-know what else. While we chatted, King went from person to person happily greeting everyone. More that one person asked me if they could take him for a short walk in an attempt to pick up a few ladies (The answer was no... my pup is not going to be a mating tool.) It is pretty funny though to see these-- um... "manly" frat boys melt at the sight of a puppy and resort to baby talk.

At one point, I glanced down and didn't see King in the room. Or in the neighboring room. Or up the stairs, down the hall, and everywhere else I checked. I panicked and told Mark, and before we knew it the entire house was looking for the dog. With so many people looking him, I relaxed because there really wasn't that many places he could be. We also found a little puddle of piddle at one point, so we knew he was there somewhere.

After 5 minutes I began imagining how cute he would look when I finally found him, pouncing down the hall, tounge out to come to me and cover me in dog kisses.

After 10 minutes, I was looking for the jokster who was hiding him.

After 15 minutes, I asked everyone I saw if they'd seen a pup-- including those passed out on couches who clearly had way to rough of a morning. No one had seen him. How could no one have seen him!?

After 20 minutes. I cried. What if he snuck out the front door? It was all my fault, I should have been watching. What if he crawled into a little room and go electrocuted? What was the last thing I said to him? Probably "No, bad dog." That was the last thing he would remember about me. What if he was puppy-napped? I had so much love left to give! What if he'd eaten some rat poison and curled up in a little spot to die?

Just as my mind was going to these places. Someone walked downstairs with King in his arms, "Found him!" Apparently he had been up on the third floor, in someone's room, behind a closed door, "partying" they joked. And apparently, no one in this room thought that perhaps someone was looking for the pup for the last 20 minutes.

For the rest of the night, King was within my sight at all times. It's tough being a dog-mommy!


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