Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Iris-Come-Home

Cliff's St. Louis sister and her husband were here for the weekend; because they had several people to visit while they were in the area, we had our son-in-law do his Labor Day grilling magic on Saturday.  That way Pat and Charlene didn't have to stick to a schedule during the rest of their visit.    Kevin hadn't even gotten started with the cooking when thunder boomed in the distance; before long, he was grilling in the rain.  
My dog, Iris, had safely tucked herself away in the bathtub.  She is terrified of storms, and seems to think it's safer in Cliff's tub than anywhere else.  When Charlene and Pat arrived with their dog, Mindy, I told Iris that Mindy was here.  That bit of news overcame her fear, and she came out of the bathroom, growling and barking, to greet Mindy.  
Iris and Mindy followed all of us out to the shop, which is where we hang out for many of our family get-togethers.  When it thundered, Iris cowered underneath Cliff's desk.  


At one point, she became brave enough to come on out and get on granddaughter Natalie's lap.  Shortly after I took this picture, thunder boomed nearby.  After that, we didn't see Iris for fourteen hours.
Nobody noticed her leaving, but when the festivities ended, I realized my dog wasn't around.  Natalie and I called, Cliff whistled; all to no avail.  
Now I want you to know that I did not shed a single tear during this time, but I did lose some sleep.  Remember, my two previous dogs died young:  One was hit by a car on the highway and killed, the other choked on a splintered pork bone and had to be put to sleep.  But these circumstances, so I felt there was hope for Iris.  
She likes to be at home with her people, and I figured that unless she was so far away that she was totally disoriented, she would come scratching at my door once she had calmed down.  If she happened to be totally lost and far from home, she has tags on her collar, and she is microchipped.  She loves people and wouldn't be hard for a stranger to befriend.  I believe most conscientious folks would track down her owner if they found her.  
Oh sure, there was a devil on my shoulder whispering, "What if she's been hit by a car?"  
I ignored him, prayed some, and vowed not to cry.
We woke up to a sunny Sunday morning; I fixed biscuits and gravy for everybody, and then went for a walk in the pasture with Mindy, who really looks forward to a run in the country when she visits.  While I was gone, my two sisters-in-law went up and down the highway looking for Iris.  
Everybody else went to Cliff's shop to hang out, and after returning from my walk, I picked up my Nook, hoping to distract myself with the excellent book I'm reading at present (The Help).  
You can imagine my joy when I heard my granddaughter yell, "Grandma, Iris is home!"  
We don't know where she spent the night.  She acted somewhat guilty upon her return, but I was so glad to see her I didn't even scold her.  I just let my stinky dog crawl up on my lap and continued with my reading.


  Cliff thought he should take a picture of the grand reunion.

5 comments:

TARYTERRE said...

Poor Iris, scared of storms. She should have stayed in the tub. It was safer. I wonder where she went. If only dogs could talk, ey? My cat Mira is terrified of storms too. I can't imagine what she would do if she got caught in one and ended up outside. She hides under the sofa in my family room until she thinks the danger has passed. GREAT reunion picture.

Anonymous said...

We had a lovable Boston Terrier come to our house (in the country) during a storm. She just wanted inside!! We called the radio station, ran ads in the local newspaper and desperately tried to find the owner. After a couple of weeks searching for the owner, we decided she could stay with us. We named her Catfish. When she laid on her back, her chest/chin looked just like a catfish. She lived with us until her death, 11 years later. We loved her so much and miss her. She was the best pet possible. Don't know why dogs are so afraid of storms!! So glad you found Iris. Pat/Texas....Please pray for us, our state is on fire!!

Lori said...

I'm so glad she came home safely! Guess what the Word Verification word is for my comment?!?

PYRIS!!! Isn't that a coincidence?

madcobug said...

Glad that she came back home. I have resorted to going to our vet to get some pills to help calm ours down. Now I try to watch the radar to see where the storms are and give it to both of them about an hour or two before I think they will be here. I got them to strong to start with and about knocked them out. Now I give a forth to a half each. It does help although they are still afraid some.These dogs are smaller than Iris is. Not expensive at all. About 50 cents a pill which I divide up. Well worth the money. Daisy gobbles her up in a small amount of meat or cheese. Most times I have to poke Patches down her throat then hold her mouth till she swallows. Following this they think they should have part of a dog biscuit for a treat for good behavior LOL. Learned that treat trick from the vet. Helen

Mrs. L said...

Sounds like she knew she was out past curfew. Glad she's back!!