When Snoopy Comes Marching Home, Hurrah! Hurrah!

| September 3, 2008 | 11 Comments

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As they say, all’s well that ends well. But getting to that end was hell.

It all started early Sunday. It was a perfect-weather day here. I got the kids dressed and ready to go to the farmer’s market. The plan? Pick up some fresh bread, mozzerella, pesto, tomato and fruit and head to a nearby park area where Will would ride his bike and we’d have a picnic lunch on our bright flowered blanket. Perfect end of summer day.

That’s when I discovered that my beagles, Snoopy and Scrappy, were gone.

It’s certainly not the first time my dogs have outsmarted the electric fence. But this time was different. I couldn’t hear the jingle of their collars or any barked responses to my calling. After more than an hour, and driving around to look for them, I called my husband.

Hours passed with nothing.

Finally, I heard Scrappy’s bark. Twenty minutes and a hike through poison ivy later, he was in my car heading home. But Snoopy was still gone. And though our friends and family looked and looked, our house went to sleep minus one member that night. I was guilt-ridden and devastated.

I thought for sure Snoopy would return overnight, but he wasn’t waiting on the porch when I woke. We drove around, hiked through woods and hung signs. Still no Snoopy. Another day passed.

Silently, we both knew we weren’t just listening for his bark while we were searching, we were also in search of a body. Deep down, we feared he was dead.

Waking up, two days after I’d last seen Snoopy, I was filled with dread. Before Shawn and I had kids, we had Snoopy. This is the dog who got me out of bed — willingly — at four in the morning to pee. When he refused dog food, I made him ground beef. When he had issues with housebreaking, I insulated Shawn from them so that he would keep his idealistic view of my sweet puppy. Snoopy had slept only on my lap for the longest time. And he frequently went to work with me. He was my boy.

We were planning to visit the local pound and also hang more signs around town. My hope, despite what I said, was dwindling. Just before leaving though, the phone rang.

“Hi, is this Sarah?”

“Yes.”

“I think I have your dog.”

I took down the address and thanked the woman profusely. Then I hung up the phone and sobbed.

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Sarah Walker Caron is a writer, editor and recipe developer who loves to create delicious recipes the whole family can enjoy together. Her work has appeared in countless publications including iVillage, BELLA NYC Magazine, Yum for Kids magazine and more. She lives in Maine with her two food-loving kids.

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  1. Aww…I’m so happy this story has a happy ending! I was getting worried! Had I not been away this weekend I would have been on the next train up to your house to help search for him!!

  2. Sarah Caron says:

    Thank you! That’s really nice. It was an awful two and a half days. I can’t tell you how guilt-ridden I was either. It is so nice just to have him home now though . . .

  3. josephine says:

    I am so glad my little nephew is home safe.

  4. Tonia says:

    Oh, I’m so glad Snoopy is home safe & content. Our beagle, Shiloh, is laying at my feet right now.

    Welcome home Snoopy!

  5. Kristen says:

    What a relief. Thank goodness he’s home!

  6. Patti says:

    I’m so happy the Snoopster is back home, safe and sound. It must have been a nightmare to have him missing like that.

    P.S. On the leek soup, that is one of the yummy soups Ralph likes to make. He’ll have to check the recipe to see if it matches his!

  7. Vickan says:

    I’m so glad Snoopy is back home!

  8. Deb (Mother in law) says:

    I remember calling Shawn to wish him happy birthday when I got the devistating news that my Snoopy was missing. I remember crying immediately I couldn’t believe my baby was gone. For days I aws so depressed. I wanted to come down there to help look for my baby. Thank God my little guy was found.

    Love
    Mom

  9. Sarah Parker says:

    Sheesh, you had me all choked up and teary eyed by the end of this post. I am glad to hear your schnoop dog made it home. I have two dogs myself, one I had before my husband and I were together. I would be devastated if anything happened to her. God bless dogs!

  10. Sarah Caron says:

    Thank you all! It’s such a relief to have him home and safe.

    Sarah, I reread after you comment and teared up — dogs really become an entrenched part of the family, don’t they?

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