Lughnasa Waning Harvest Moon
Vega and Rigel are gone. In a 45 minute period while I lined up framing for a painting to hang over our fireplace they escaped and were returned and escaped again.
When I got back from the framer, a message blinked on our answering machine. Pam, the neighbor across the street, had called. The people who live behind us to the south had caught Rigel and had her on a leash. Vega slipped her collar. They were kind enough to bring Rigel home and open the gate and let her in the back (fenced) yard. Vega snuck back in via their escape route, a route I cannot identify.
I wandered the neighborhood calling their names, met several of the neighbor’s dogs, but neither heard nor saw anything of Rigel and Vega. I feel helpless, especially since we do not, stupidly, have either a chip in them or tags on them. If and when we get them back, a chip and tags are going on for sure.
My plan is to wait a while and see if they come on their own. They like it here and we have lunch for them, so if they’re free, they will return home. Later, I’ll call animal control, but I’d prefer not to right now since I don’t want to explain the lack of tags. We keep our dogs fenced and I exert a good deal of energy to keep them contained, so we’ve operated on the (false) assumption that we don’t need to be too prompt with tags or chips. Wrong.
