One of my fliers finally got a response today at around 7pm. "Hey, I think I just saw your dog duck into a porch at Chesterfield and Kavon," the voice said, and I thanked him, optimistically grabbed Holden's leash, and sprinted the couple blocks over there.
Nothing. I went to every porch along the whole street, and not only was there no sign of a dog, but none of the people sitting on the porches had seen any sign of him. Then, a man came up to me who I had passed earlier. When I asked him if he had seen a tan and white dog, he just gave me a death stare and looked through me. Then, he started walking at me. There was a parked car between us, and I just kept walking straight ahead, and saw a student at our school letting off some fireworks. He's kind of a bad kid at school, but in a harmless, funny way, and he called my name, and I called his, and the first guy sort of tailed off the other way. It was weird, and not comfortable, but I talked with Dante for a bit before heading home, and he promised to watch the area for my dog.
Afterwards, I went on petrescue.com (a website a commentor had recommended), and they stated never to go to a house of a "dog finder" alone. I'm usually not the cautious sort, but I kind of think the call was a setup, and after seeing how quickly I grabbed the leash and sprinted out of the house, it's something they might try again.
Otherwise, everyone has been real nice - a friend heard about my problem, and immediately came over to put up fliers; another, I ran into on my first walk, and she asked for a stack of posters, and that night, she and her daughters were putting them up all around Herring Run park; still another read about it here, called me, and offered she and her husband's services up for a search party tonight. It was sure nice to see that people care. One friend says I'm being very stoic about it, which is probably true, but I just don't see the point, as of yet, of flipping out. I'm optimistic and thinking good thoughts still.
I'm praying he'll be in a shelter tomorrow morning when they open. I just cannot imagine him being outside in the last two days of fireworks and rainstorms.
On a positive note, I decided that it wouldn't be safe anyway to approach a "I found your dog" call after dark while alone (the roommate was out of town), so I didn't need to be at home able to respond on a moment's notice, so I went down to my friend's place in Federal Hill to watch the fireworks. I somehow arrived right when the fireworks were delayed for rain, and everyone was hightailing it home, so I found parking easily, and as soon as I got comfortable on their deck, they started. I'd never seen Baltimore's fireworks over the harbor before, and they did not disappoint. If you looked closely, you would have seen some tears in my eyes, as the emotions of the day just sort of came to a head while watching that beautiful scene. Hopefully, tomorrow, those tears will be tears of joy.
A dog that lets you do this to him is pretty special:
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