Return of the Shedi

Guess who came back!?

At 4:47 in the morning. As you do.

lu 'posed to feel gilty? lu feel fine. also, already messed up bed to make commfee nest. okaa?

Yesterday at lunch I drove out to the shelter and perused their 72-hour stray animal hold. If you ever want to depress yourself, go do that for an afternoon. It was packed, PACKED, with scared, shivering animals and teensy puppies and kittens and really mean dogs who charged at me when I so much as looked at them, which made me sad because I knew they'd be unadoptable.

Talu was not in any of those cages, and as I was leaving I saw three men carrying a plastic bag with a dead dog inside. "Is that a…blonde dog?" I asked.

"Nope. It's a black Great Dane," they said, tossing it in the dumpster.

I don't think I could work at the animal shelter.

Edsel and I had traversed the woods last night, and man, what a sleuth that Edsel is. "Eds smell bunnii! This fun!"

After Columbone and I did that useful excercise, I printed out flyers on all the spare paper I had in the house. I stopped at using the backs of old depositions, but I had to sit there and talk myself out of it. Then I went to every single house on my street and put the flyers in doors.

You know, people's porches are interesting. Some are so inviting you just want to sit right down and admire the view and drink some lemonade. There are nice chairs, and sweet plants, and cute doo-dads and so on.

Then other people kind of use their porch as a catch-all, with gardening tools and old things they should just throw out all up in there, and broken doorbells. It's kind of fascinating.

I totally need to take the shovel off my front porch.

At any rate, I met a lot of nice neighbors, who said they saw me walking Tallulah all the time and would keep a lookout for her. There was one perfectly pressed lovely Southern lady, who has this old shaggy dog that sits under her car most afternoons.

"Tallulah's missing?" she said, smoothing her wrinkle-free lacy shirt. "Well, SHIT."

I love her.

"Harvey sits under that car for years at a time," she said. And before you get all up in arms, Harvey goes INSIDE. He is a totally spoiled, indulged dog. But when she is outside, he likes to sit there, sort of motionless, under the car. Anyway, she said, "But when Lou across the street decides to barbecue a chicken? Harvey TAKES OFF and there's no stopping him! I know how you feel, honey."

I even talked to the Springer Spaniel lady, who I have always detested, because she is all trendy and bitchy and gives my mutts dirty looks. I apparently had put a flyer in her door and there she was, walking her fancy dog.

"We're out looking for Tallulah!" she said, tossing her perfect coif. She is one of those silky-haired people. "Oh, we feel terrible for you."

Okay. So now I don't hate Springer Spaniel lady. Even though she decided her dog felt terrible for me.

Anyway, Edsel and I went to bed at 2:00, because I stayed up to watch a bad movie on BET, in which the guy who starred in the movie kept taking off his shirt at every turn, and this was not a bad sight, and then I just got interested in how they'd think of another way to show him shirtless. There was a funeral scene, and I wondered if maybe it would get hot in the church or something.

I put my dirty laundry on the front porch, as you guys suggested I do, and I'm sure the mailman does not think I am certifiable.

At 4:47, Tallulah did not even have to bark. She made, like, half a noise, and Edsel and I bounded out of that bed like we'd been shot out. I was out of bed in the middle of the night so fast you'd have thought another princess was getting married.

And there she was. All, "heyyy." And she didn't even want to be nice to us. She charged past us to her water, and I press press pressed on all her bones, because I can't believe she isn't hurt. I mean, I SAW that car hit her! I fed her, but she didn't seem starved, and she smells all earthy, so I know she was in one of the parks or woods near here.

Edsel could not keep his annoying snout off her, and I could not stop pressing on her, and I am certain she deeply regretted coming home at all.

We all got into bed and Edsel got in his usual spot at the foot, being beta backup dog and all, and Talu pressed her spine up against mine, with her head on the other pillow.

I reached back and scratched her big silly neck, and she gave a big satisfied sigh, then Edsel gave a big happy sigh, and I have never been so glad to be lying down with dogs in my whole life.

221 thoughts on “Return of the Shedi

  1. Yay! Love that there is a happy ending to this. Just don’t let her talk Edsel into a joint adventure.


  2. I have never commented here, but my grand-daughter and I have been worried sick. She kept saying, “CG, go to the dog blog and she if anyone has found Talu yet.”. We were very happy campers with the news this morning and felt all is well with the world right now.


  3. I am so, so happy. Beyond happy!! I woke up last night several times thinking of you and Lu. And I know about those trips to the animal shelter. My FOUR springer spaniels (do not confuse me with the springer spaniel lady in your ‘hood) got out years ago, and I had to go hunt them down at the shelter. Tears streamed down my face at the sight of all the dogs in there. But lo, there were my four babies, and I bailed them out and off we went in my tiny Datsun, four big-ish dogs and me.


  4. Thank goodness! Don’t you wish she could talk? Oh the tales she would have for you. So happy for and your animal family!!!


  5. Oh, happy day!! June, I happen to adore your dick. She’s one of the cutest, most kissable ones I’ve ever seen!


  6. Thank god! I’m sure you’ve already thought of this but Ima say it anyway: Take her to the vet to make sure she’s really not hurt from the hit.
    At around 4:47 a.m. (I kid you not) Puck emitted a long low howl in his sleep. I have never heard a noise like that outta him before. I’m thinking he knew Talu was safe and sound.


  7. Dear Sleeping,
    That is so odd! Puck has telepathy. I asked Marvin if he would take Talu to the vet on Monday just in case, and I called Frans vet to see if there was something I could give Talu in the meantime in case she has pain. She does seem pretty stiff.


  8. She’s part beagle, right? Do I remember that correctly? And what do beagles like to do? Wander and roam continuously. It’s like their mission in life. Now that Talu has given in to the dark beagle side, you’re gonna have to watch her like a hawk. At all times. 🙂


  9. Sarah (yes... I said y'all! I may live in Indiana now, but I'm a southern Virginia girl at heart!) says:

    SO happy to hear the news! The thought of y’all cuddled together in bed… brought tears to my eyes!


  10. Oh my God… I missed the whole thing but I’m so so so so so glad for the happy ending. I can’t imagine how you must have been suffering.
    She’s probably just thinking “Well, June will never try to give me a bath again… woo hoo!”


  11. YAY! YAY! YAY! and there’s nothing like pets on (or in) the bed – THE best.


  12. Sadie is relieved that Talu is home and we can be lighthearted. I think we all will sleep better tonight. says:

    Siren, dammit – You are a hoot. I am continually entertained by you and Paula H&B.


  13. Sadie is relieved that Talu is home and we can be lighthearted. I think we all will sleep better tonight. says:

    Siren, dammit – You are a hoot. I am continually entertained by you and Paula H&B.


  14. Sadie is relieved that Talu is home and we can be lighthearted. I think we all will sleep better tonight. says:

    Siren, dammit – You are a hoot. I am continually entertained by you and Paula H&B.


  15. So. Frickin. Glad.
    I didn’t realize how bad I felt until I saw this post and felt a huge weight lift.
    There’s a poem I heard once that included the lines:
    “I sometimes wish I was sleeping with a man, rather than a dog.
    But I never wished I was sleeping with a different dog.”


  16. Oh, and I went to try and stalk Lu on Facebook and do you realize HOW MANY Talulahs are on Facebook and how little clothing some of them wear? The profile pictures alone were enough to horrify this woman of a certain age.
    Lu, put your collar back on!


  17. Praise Jesus! But what a stinkin brat she is…scaring us all to death. Glad she is back tho. Also, I was going to mention this before…but it didnt seem appropriate…with your dog missing and all…but I love your new blog design. Beautiful!


  18. Well, it’s 1:43 am here, and I’m debating should I rush upstairs and tell him that SOMEHOW I missed the updates and that Lu is home??!??! Probably not seeing how he has to get up and go to work and all…but still….it’s all he’s heard me prattled on about off and on now forever.
    Just so thankful, so thankful.


  19. Thank God! Finally able to check in from Waikiki -sitting at Starbucks on the corner of Don Ho St. No tiny bubbles in my iced coffee. I was afraid to check the blog, even though I was certain in my heart that she would return safely. So happy for all of you! Aloha!


  20. Woohoo! I have missed a few days of blog reading but come to find this awesome news. Isn’t that the darnedest thing? As if she just needed to get gone for a time. I am so glad that you furry family is back together.


  21. I used to have a daschund (Hermi) who was an accomplished escape artist, so I feel your pain. The panic of having your “baby” missing…out there all alone suffering who knows what…well its just excrutiating. I am so glad everything turned out ok!!


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