Feral dog in the loose

Snax has gone "Lost" in the jungle (AKA Emi's backyard). He pulled a Marley and completely busted through the screen on the french doors. Bad Dog!!!!! Now, I know you're saying "It's just a backyard, Emi, he can't possibly have gotten lost and gone too far." well... Let's take a look at Emi's backyard: Yes, you are correct, those are Tarzan vines coming off the trees. And yes, that whole jungle is my backyard. There is a certain spot in the backyard that he can hop the fence and get in to the neighbor's yard, and he likes to go over there and visit his lady friend Jilly, the Pitt/Rott (?) mix (he's fixed, so there won't be a basket of Snax jr's on my front porch with a court order to start paying pup support). Anywhoo... I'm literally ready to walk out the door this morning to take Gavin to school/Emi to work, and I go to put Snax's morning meal in his bowl, which usually gets him to come over hopping up and down all excited salivating with his tongue hanging out of his face all crooked. I dump the kibble in his bowl. No Snax. hm..what happened? Maybe he's taking a nap? I go look in the bedroom, he's not there. I look in Gavin's bedroom, not there either (on the bottom OR top bunk). Maybe his food took a turn for the worse? I sample a tidbit. No, still crunchy/meaty bits of goodness.

**joking!**

I go downstairs, thinking he's lounging in the guestroom (he likes to do that sometimes, I think he likes to think he's on vacation). Nope. TV room watching Animal Planet? Nada.

That's when I see the screen.

I go outside, see him poking around and call him. He stares at me but doesn't come (another minus for the public schools-he went to Petsmart obedience classes, which obviously didn't work). I go back inside, grab the Canine Carry-outs, go back, and now he is in the neighbors jungle barking at something in a palm tree. I scale the fence, wave the bag of doggie treat goodness in front of his face. No dice.

So, I go back inside, grab a pack of juicy, smelly hot dogs and the leash, go back outside to tantalize him.

He looks at me. Looks at the hotdogs. Looks at the leash.

Nope.

At this point this is AN HOUR past the time I would've left to take Gavin to school/go to work. Gavin, of course, is camping out watching Spongebob so he doesn't seem to care. Of course, as he sees me coming and going with the Bribes treats, he pitches in with "Gee mom, I hope the Smoke Monster doesn't get him, what if he gets a bloody nose? (it's a Lost thing). After several bribe attempts in his two favorite food groups, and three frantic phone calls to Jason, I just leave his bowl of food on the back Lanai with hot dogs and string cheese ala mode. As I'm pulling out of the garage I see Nancy walking Jilly and give her the lowdown. She promises to keep her eyes peeled and let him in the house if she finds him (I left the front door unlocked).

So, here I am at work, Snax is in an unknown location and possibly running with the rough crowd. I'll keep you posted.

::::UPDATE:::: 4:35 PM HAWAII STANDARD TIME

He's back!!! I came home early, (my boss does have a heart, or he just couldn't stand watching me moan to everyone with ears about how I was worried I would found a disembodied dog paw in the yard and not accomplish any actual work), and he was in the house (Thanks, Nancy!) And he is still a bad, bad dog. But I love him. So much I'm going to give him a bath to get this nasty red volcano Hawaii dirt off him. Hope you had fun today, punk.