Bear is a 6 year old overweight purebred english black lab, sorry, aftican-american lab. And she was down for adventure.

She was dropped off on Wednesday afternoon, and I did my normal long walk introduction. I noticed that she walked perfectly at my left side (leaving my pistol hand free), and seemed pretty low energy. Upon arriving home, she sat while I gave her a cookie, slobbered all over the kitchen floor after a long drink, and let herself in the crate as if to say, “Don’t worry Dave, I’m cool.”


The next morning, we went for our walk, I put down food she didn’t eat, closed up the sliding door to the kitchen and went off to work. Especially for new to me pups, I always come home at lunch for a quick walk, and a quick hello. I unlocked the outer door (the only one I lock) and noticed that the inner deadbolt and doorknob were also locked. I didn’t pay much mind and unlocked them and opened the door. Before I had a chance to think, Bear pushed me aside and took off. I tried to get a hold of her, but ended up falling on my face. Because my sweet calling voice didn’t phase her in the slightest, I ran after her through the nooks and crannies of the neighborhood. Running through gardens, up and down hills and through people’s back yards until she lost me. I found out that even the fat girls can run when they want to.

After searching the neighborhood and the surrounding for about 2 and a half hours, I was ready to give up. I put my tail between my legs and called the head of LR to notify the woman that checks the LR voice mail, hoping to get a hit. The support system was stellar, as almost immediately 3 other LR volunteers offered to come help look. They ended up being not needed as the voice mail had a lone message from a woman saying that she had the dog. Phew!

Here’s what happened: Bear took off, and after losing me made her way to the freeway. She ran south on the southbound 5 for about 3 miles before being picked up on the northbound side. How she wasn’t hit, I’ll never know, but she sure caused a commotion. The woman that picked her up saw that she was a rescue and thought she could just keep her. So she continued her drive back to Las Vegas with dog in tow. She eventually had a little self-awareness to call the number on her tag, where I was able to tell her that she can’t just find a dog and keep her. I ended up driving about an hour north to Temecula to finally pick up the dog. So ends Bear’s little adventure.

When I eventually saw the house, I saw that she tore apart the slide out kitchen door (again), the front door when she inadvertently locked both the deadbolt and the doorknob locks, and tore a big hole in the curtains. I didn’t care about any of that. I was just relieved and happy to have her back.

Since the adventure, Bear has been completely in love with me, following me everywhere. We’ve really bonded.



5 Responses to “Bear’s Adventure”
  1. Uncle Phil says:

    Great story! Has she gotten out of the habit of tearing your house apart?

  2. I want to be you when I grow up. Seriously. You rock.

  3. She no longer tears apart the house. I should have worked from home to spend the first real day with her. Her acts were from being scared in an unfamiliar place. It was my fault.

    She’s at the point of crying when I come home because she is so happy to see me. She has no idea how much I need that.

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