The past week there's been a lot of pre-wedding craziness leading to my brother's wedding, which I'll get into next post. I figure I'd mention our post-wedding craziness first, and do things a little bit backwards.
If you've followed the old blog for long, you probably remember Koda. Our big 90 lb white shepherd. She has separation anxiety and has shown it it many ways, mostly being destructive.
Since she's so destructive, and we can't afford to replace more than a screen door right now, I decided to tie her at my mom's so she could be with the other dogs, and at a place I know she's 100% comfortable while we were out all day and night for the wedding.
At the end of the night, around 2am, I pulled in at my mom's to get Koda to bring her home with us.
She wasn't there.
And neither was the stake she was attached to.
I brought everyone home and jumped back into the van. There was no way she would make it through the night if she was attached to the chain, and stake still. She would strangle herself getting caught somewhere.
I drove down a nearby road and there was no sign of her, so I headed back home. I called her once more from the driveway, and heard her toward the beach.
I called my mom and dad's to see if someone could meet me out there since I didn't want to head into the thick bush by myself in the middle of the night.
I got to the beach and called her again. This time, she sounded closer to my house.
She was somewhere in the middle. (The forest.)
I picked up my dad, (We just got back from a wedding, people. He couldn't drive...so keep that in mind here), and we headed out into the bush. Me, still in my bridesmaid dress and flip flops, and both of us, each with a tiny flashlight.
At 2 am.
We kept calling her to try to figure where she was. We got to a point where it was so thick, my dad said he would go himself and to wait for him. I shut my flashlight off and stood in the pitch dark just listening and praying that Koda wasn't struggling more after hearing us come towards her. She was obviously caught somewhere, and her crying got quieter as my dad got closer.
When he finally got to her, she was shoulder deep in water and mud, completely tangled. She couldn't move a foot, or even lay down, or she would've drowned.
I called to my dad and knew he had her, but didn't hear her running ahead, so I thought she was in rough shape.
I just waited.
Koda came out a few minutes later, just fine, and then my dad, with one less shoe than he went in with.
My daddy, the hero.
Koda is fine, but I think a little bit traumatized.
She's never pulled the stake out of the ground before, and we're thinking maybe she was scared of the nearby fireworks because she does get pretty nervous around them.
All I know is that she's lucky to be alive, and I'm so glad we went out there.
My dad walked home with only one shoe, and a whole lot more sober than he arrived.
It was a night I'm sure we will both always remember.
Love ya Daddy-O!
My dad is not a heavy drinker, and only enjoyed himself at my brother's wedding. No judging, people.