I was watching the Tigers game when I noticed a group of police officers in the alley behind my house, looking at the neighbor's yard with flashlights. At that moment, I remembered that my dog was in the fenced backyard, and decided to head out to see what was up and get my dog.
However, I noticed the fence's door ajar, and went out to the cops to see what was going on. Apparently a young man had shot himself in the alley, and they were canvassing the area looking for the gun. They found it in my next door neighbor's yard. (Note: according to the police, the kid is okay.)
I immediately began looking for Holden, who I don't see that much this time of year. He likes to hole himself in the basement, protected from the noise of the fireworks and the rain, both of which he hates. I almost didn't notice he was gone, even, and turned the basement upside seeing if he had wedged himself behind the furnace, which he likes to do. But, to no avail. Holden is gone.
I made a couple trips around the neighborhood looking for him, first walking, and then in my car once the rains came. Nothing.
Hopefully he comes back in the morning. He's now officially an old dog - he just turned 7 - and I can't imagine him on these hard streets of BelAir-Edison too long. Hopefully someone took him in overnight, and that he's safe and dry. I've posted to Craig's List already and will probably start making some fliers tomorrow.
Keep an eye out for him, will ya?
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