This is the story of my Maggie, based on actual notes and postings during the time Maggie was missing. She and I hope you enjoy...
Wednesday night Maggie and I were getting ready to come down the mountain. I stretched, started down, and was missing Maggie. She never has gone missing on our hikes. Ever. (When on the mountain, I’ve trained her to come to my right side, and I scoop her up in my arms. This is a command she knows well, and obeys quickly. We do this out of respect for the few dogs who are leashed, and their owners. Most dogs run free on this particular mountain, and are very well behaved.) She is chipped, complete with all my contact info.
She was nowhere to be found. She didn’t run to my side. I was hoping to find her at our car. I did not. I notified the SO. I eventually go home.
Thursday morning I called the animal shelters, PAWS, and my vet. As I’m talking to PAWS, the lady tells me a colleague is speaking with a gentleman on the mountain, who is trying to scoop up a little black dog. Maggie is not crazy about men. Though this gentleman is an animal lover (apparently from Baltimore, if my caller ID is correct) Maggie wanted no part of him. She ran into the woods. She hasn’t been seen since.
The pictures included here are from Thursday morning, taken by the Good Samaritan. He told me he has a strong faith we will find her. Such a good man.
I returned to the mountain a third time, Thursday afternoon, taking food and treats. She never showed. I left food at the summit.
Another Good Samaritan came up the other side of the mountain, but didn’t see her, also Thursday afternoon. She texted me, “I have strong faith that we will find her.” PAWS was quick to put out fliers. A family was coming down the mountain, as I was going back up the mountain, this evening. The kids were yelling her name. Just the best.
These are people I didn’t know before Thursday, who have taken the time to search for Maggie Rose, faith filled people.
Maggie survived a pretty cool night Wednesday night, not looking too bad in her glamour shots. She is favoring her right front paw a bit. She has no visible injury, perhaps the sore paw is from running and jumping unfamiliar terrain. (She ran to an area we’ve never hiked, when he tried to catch her this morning.) So, last night was around 33° and I’m asking for your prayers, a hedge of protection around this ornery little girl. She’s a warrior, just like her owner.
Updates as warranted.
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