Oh Dandy, where for art thou Dandy
April 13th, 2010Over Christmas I put together several new blog posts, planning to get this thing back on track this year. But then, on January 2, my world came to more than a bit of a standstill. Dandy, sweet stubborn willful little furry bugger that he is, ran away for the second time in 10 days. I accidentally let him out of the house that night and off he ran after some deer again.
This time, he didn’t come back. This time, no one has found him.
We have spent hundreds of hours since then looking for him. Dandy, Sam and I were due to return to Redmond on the 3rd. Instead, I took another week off work and looked every day. We’d do a circuit about two miles out in all directions from the farm, more in some areas. We visited all the shelters. We put up flyers. Talked to all the vets in the surrounding area and the 24 hour emergency hospital in Spokane. Talked to every neighbor we could find at home. Called and called and called. Walked the fields and listened. Looked for a footprint, a tuft of hair. Drove across thawing wheat fields, killing next summer’s crop and risking getting buried up to our axles in mud.
Nothing. Not even a brief sighting.
We put out a crate with soft bedding with items carrying my scent as well as both Dandy’s and Sam’s. We left food and water. And then, on January 10, Sam and I came back to Redmond to a very quiet house. I cut my hours in the office back a bit so that Sam had less alone time at home. I haunted the phone lines and the websites for the shelters in Spokane and read craigslist multiple times per day. I called every time I saw the words “found” and “small dog” or “white dog”. We posted ads and flyers and made calls.
Nothing.
Every weekend until the beginning of March we went back to look again. Did you know that it was possible to cry for 300 miles? It’s hell on the eyes and damned dehydrating, but it’s doable. Every weekend I visited the shelters, wanting to bring home all the dogs there, but crying when I got back to the car because none of them were Dandy. There are some pretty fantastic animals available from local shelters. If you’re in the market for a new furry friend, please consider adopting a second hand dog first.
I put almost 10,000 miles on my car in eight weeks, commuting to the farm every weekend. I’d put on a million more if it will make any difference.
I’m realistic enough to know that it’s unlikely that Dandy survived. There are plenty of coyotes, water hazards, and other obstacles in the area that make survival unlikely. I kick myself every day for that momentary lapse that let him slip out the door. But I haven’t stopped looking. I can’t stop looking. I’ve had to cut back the number of trips across the state because my back and neck can’t handle 8 hours in the car every weekend, so we’re back to every other weekend.
Here’s what I’ve decided happened … Don’t care how likely it isn’t, here’s what happened: someone decided they loved him more than Sam and I do and kept him, and is spoiling him rotten. He’s living the life of a fur prince, his every whim catered to. This person has a magical potion that has made Dandy’s spine and shoulder problems disappear.
Here’s what I would tell that person:
n Dandy is allergic to wheat and corn and beef. Please feed him good food, preferably home cooked. He needs white rice and lamb or salmon, with lots of veggies and fruits. But the fruits and veggies need to be pureed – he doesn’t like them if they are in chunks. Sit some really good kibble out for him to eat in between meals, just in case he needs a snack. He doesn’t over eat, but a mouthful now and then keeps his tummy happy.
n He knows lots of tricks, like how to roll over, shake hands, give kisses, and all the basic commands. He loves to do the bang-bang trick – to roll over on his back with his feet in the air, because it means he gets a belly rub.
n He loves belly rubs. Loooooooves them. Our saying is that “a belly rub a day keeps the veterinarian away”. It works a lot. Don’t be wimpy or chintzy either. Give good rub.
n Dandy gives great kisses. He knows just how to hit your cheek, once, and with just the right amount of slobber. Just don’t let him breathe in your face. That breath is not for wimps.
n Worship his paws. I’ve never met a dog with more wonderful paws. He likes to have them massaged once in a while, and he’s not ticklish.
n His ears are pretty cool too. When he tips his head back to look up at you, notice how they stand out and away from his head. It’s pretty damned cute.
n If you need to pick him up or rub him dry with a towel, be very gentle. He has a spot on his right side that hurts when someone touches it. An old injury probably.
n In the snow, snowballs matt up very badly in his fur. Don’t let him stay out too long. He hates to have the snowballs washed off, so be creative. Try a hair dryer.
n He loves to play with toys but sometimes need to be convinced. He won’t usually pick up the toy himself and ask you to play with it. He needs an invitation to find his inner puppy. And watch out – if the toy has a squeaky in it, he’ll do his damnedest to get it out or at least pop it so it can’t squeak any more. He hates that noise.
n If he starts to limp, make sure he’s getting glucosamine and take him in for some acupuncture. Keep Tramadol and a gentle anti-inflammatory on hand just in case.
n He gets scared sometimes when you take him to the groomer or the vet. He’ll pant so hard and shake. Try some Rescue Remedy before and after. Give more belly rubs.
n If you brush him just right, he’ll roll onto his side and bliss out.
n He can wrestle with you or with another dog, but he needs another dog to really get a good run going.
n Dandy has a little heart murmur. Not a bad one, just barely noticeable. But take care of it and him.
n You’ll never have to worry about moles or gophers in your yard again. And he’s pretty handy with mice in the house too.
n He likes treats for training, but he won’t take treats from strangers or the vet. Lovin’s are good. Lots of praise and pets. Those he’ll accept from most folks.
May the universe take great care of our sweet Dandy and bring him back to us one day. Sam and I miss him heaps and loads and bunches. Sammy hasn’t blitzed since he left.
If you see him, hand him the phone. Tell him it’s okay to call collect.
I’ll get the blog going again. Just not right this moment.






















