“Have you seen a golden Lab?” she asked, standing on my front doorstep. “He's about this high, orange collar, I chased him through the woods yesterday, his name's Cuckoo...”
There was no mistaking that look she wore. Dog owners recognize it from a mile off. Worry mixed with rage.
She left me a with flyer featuring the picture of a yellow Labrador and telephone number. The thing hung on our refrigerator for almost a week. It sat directly between the photo of my nephew, and my wife's note which read:
"Don't drink from THE ORANGE JUICE CONTAINER or I will cut your heart out with a
melon-baller!!!! XOXO, Your Wife."
Thus, each time I'd swing open the fridge, I'd see Cuckoo smiling at me, urging me to reconsider grabbing the OJ.
As it happens, I know what it's like to have a dog go missing. Your mind starts playing tricks on you. You wonder how an animal could be so decidedly stupid to bolt off. Then you wonder how YOU could be so stupid for letting it happen. Then you just feel sick.
We lost a dog once. He slept in our bathtub. I don't know why, but…