Rudy Houdini

I won't always double up my posts here and on Facebook, but since I only have one follower (thank you Rob!), I am putting them on Facebook, too...

Rudy was my dog…for all of 2 minutes. He is a short sweet beagle who enjoyed licking my hands and craved head pets. But, I lost him…and only minutes (literally) after we met. Perhaps it is for the best that I never had children.

Upon arriving home this evening, I walked across the street to check my mailbox. On the return, I noticed that my back gate was open and figured I should go ahead and close it while outside. After I latched the gate and turned to walk away, I heard the jingling of dog tags behind me. And, there, in my back yard was Rudy. I checked his tags and learned his name. They had no address, but a phone number I could call, however my phone was in the car.

I locked him in the back yard and went to ask the tween and teen kids playing across the street about him. While most of them gave me the nervous stare always reserved for the neighborhood crazy old cat lady, at least one spoke up to say he didn’t know Rudy or his owner.

I got my phone from the car and went inside to my cats, one of whom was crying out in hunger and desperation. After quickly handling their feeding, I took my phone out back to call Rudy’s other parents. He was gone. The back gate was open and there was no trace of him.

The kids didn’t see anyone enter my yard or Rudy slipping away. I hope he’s OK. I kind of miss him.