As many around the world commemorate during these days a specific event in history, it seems appropriate to also acknowledge it through an uplifting dog story it puts w, And it’s because of putting what we’re going through in perspective.
I got this sent by my university mentor, Dr. Hildemar DosSantos. While I’ve done some editing for readability & such, it is of his own hand-written personal experience:
This was something that happened to me about one week ago. I was on a trail with my little chihuahua mix, Wookie. It has been a very smart dog and my companion for all the walks and hikes around Redlands, Yucaipa, and Loma Linda (Southern California). For this hike, I chose the Loch Leven trail from a place on highway 38 called Mountain Home Village that goes up to Angelus Oaks in the San Bernardino National Forest.
The place is beautiful, and the trail is not challenging. It follows a creek most of the time. And a good hike it was. When we got to 5,000 steps (about 2 miles), I lost track of the trail. There was a bridge over the creek that was destroyed, and I tried to explore where to go. Then, I decided to go back as I could not find my way on the trail anymore.
When I said the magic word,” Let’s go back,” Wookie got crazy. He likes to walk, but still crazy to go back to the car or the house. So, it ran ahead of me. Usually, he would do it for a few yards, then return to me; see if I am around or following him. This time, however, it just took off, and that was the last time I saw him. I thought he would be waiting by the car, but it was not.
For the whole week, I repeatedly checked that trail; I talked to many people around, posted ‘dog lost’ signs everywhere, and went online. I posted it on Facebook, Nextdoor neighborhood (3 sites), and checked on the local animal shelter sites. Nothing!
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