The truth is, I didn't really go for a walk this morning. I decided to worry about Stan's absence instead. However, after checking the backyard for him about a dozen times between shortly after dawn (05:30:47) and sometime around 7:30 AM, I put some shoes on and walked about 1/2 way around the block looking and calling for him. I know his typical entrance/exit route from this property so I cupped my hands around my mouth, pointed it across the street behind my house and called his name three times. Then stood around like an idiot in case anyone wanted to see who was yelling STAN! toward their house and then I headed back home. Stan showed up in the backyard a little less than a hour later. I prepared his breakfast and while he ate most of a can of Friskies and a decent amount of dry food, he certainly didn't eat like he hadn't eaten for three days. He paid attention to my quietly talking to him as I put his food out, blinking his eyes peacefully, but he didn't seem too interested in my conversation as he was exiting. A quick bath and a little scratching and he was on his way out of the yard. Sometimes he stays for hours, other times it's eat and run.
Stan is THE man. I just knew he was ok. I had a dog like Stan when I was a kid—Tippy had the wanderlust but always made his way home, often with a few scrapes and cuts to show for his conquests.
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm glad he showed up. Maybe his showing up after you were out calling him wasn't just coincidental - perhaps his second (or third or fourth) home is nearby.
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