My husband and I are dog lovers. We share our home with four dogs: Max and Molly, Shih Tzu’s who are brother and sister, Ginger, a schnauzer/terrier mix and a big ole 82 pound mixed mutt named Cheyenne. Currently though, we have eight dogs in the house because my stepdaughter and her husband are visiting and they brought their four dogs with them which include three Shih Tzu’s and a Great Dane.
The other night we went out for pizza with our company, leaving my college age son Travis, at home because he didn’t want to go. We didn’t get back to the house until 11:15. As we were taking the dogs out, I noticed we were missing a dog. I counted noses again, nope, still came up with only seven dogs. Ginger, the schnauzer terrier mix was gone. I asked Travis if she was upstairs with him. His response was dead silence at first and then:
“Oh, crap, I forgot her outside!”
He went out on the patio to smoke taking Cheyenne and Ginger out with him. He was talking on the phone when he came back in and didn’t realize Ginger didn’t scoot in the door.
We immediately searched the yard for her but came up empty. We then moved on to searching the subdivision walking each street softly calling out Ginger’s name. After searching for an hour and a half we didn’t see any sign of her. Since it was nearly 1:00 am, we decided to call it a night. I quickly made up some lost dog flyers before going to bed. It was a horrible feeling to go to bed without knowing where Ginger was.
Ginger has been with us for about six months. We weren’t looking for another dog at the time. One of Steve’s coworkers knew the groomer of a dog whose owners were moving out of state and couldn’t take the dog with them.
Steve emailed me a picture of the dog and I asked if he was considering taking her. We talked about it and decided we would bring her home for a weekend trial to see how she got along with our other dogs. Ginger never went back; we called her owners on Sunday and said we would like to keep her.
There’s just something about Ginger that tugs at my heartstrings. She’s just so darn cute! Her tail is a stubby bottle brush that she wags like a pendulum. Every once in a while instead of wagging her tail; she twirls it in a circle. She’s about as tall my Shih Tzu, Max, but much more compact, weighing in at 26 pounds. Ginger doesn’t leap, she launches! She backs up, measures the distance, sets herself and POW, there she is in your lap.
Her favorite place to sleep is under our bed. She has to low crawl to make it under there. Sometimes she gets part way under the bed with only her bushy tail and splayed back feet showing. When I say something to Ginger as she’s lying under the bed, she just happily wags her tail, which makes me laugh.
We weren’t sure what breed of dog Ginger was, but when I took her to the vet for her shots, he thought she was a schnauzer terrier mix. She whined when she got her nails clipped but the vet and his assistant told me that Ginger was still wagging her tail! This was about five days before she went missing which brought up another concern. Ginger didn’t have her current tags because I hadn’t gotten them back yet.
The next morning I got up early and posted the lost dog flyers near the entrance of the subdivision. I left for work with my fingers crossed in the hopes that we would find her. I decided that if we didn’t find Ginger, I was going to believe that someone took her in and she had a good home. That was better than thinking about the alternatives that could happen to her.
At 9:30 that morning my husband called with the good news that Ginger had been found! A neighbor a few houses down from us had found her in the street about 11:00 pm and put Ginger in her fenced in backyard. What a huge relief it was to know our little dog was ok! We will be eternally grateful to our neighbor for keeping her safe for us. Ginger is now at home safe and sound. Little lost dog has been found!