Season of Shit

I don't know what personal hell I'm in right now, but, dang -- it's a big one.

We got our temporary foster Saturday morning (instead of Friday -- b/c traffic).  The "boyfriend" dropped her off and we took her inside our fence.  She did well.  Sniffed, met my dogs well, wagged her tail.  Took her inside for 10 minutes and she wanted to go back out again.  Since she hadn't gone potty, I thought it was a good idea.

She's 30lbs -- I was 6 feet from her -- our fence slats are less than 5 inches.  In the most horrible flash, she looked at me, turned around and WENT THROUGH the FENCE.

She's not people socialized.  She only goes to dogs.  She was GONE.

Everything that you expect happened.

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Social media
Printed fliers
Posters
Neighborhood email chain
Dog tracker called
Catch and release traps set
Knocking on RURAL HILLBILLY doors (praying I wasn't going to get shot from trespassing)

8 hours later, she came back.

I have cried non-stop since she came back.  I am a mess to end all messes.

So was she -- unrecognizably covered in mud, hungry, thirsty, scratched up, limping.  3 baths later, I stopped trying to get her clean.

This morning she was up at 4:30.  She is TRYING to get out our front door.  The girl wants to GO.  She's now crated or tethered to me on a leash.  We go out in the fenced yard, 2 collars, 2 leashes, 2 people and she only gets to walk near the house.

She's here until tomorrow.  I might collapse by then.

Our rescue took 7 of the 700 dogs.  Five escaped what seemed like secure situations, but all 5 came back -- a few after a couple of days.  They promised she's come back even though she was here less than one hour.  I've never been so glad to be wrong.

THIS dog through THIS fence -- in seconds.
I managed to grab her tail, but she slipped through.

She's no longer freshly groomed and fluffy.

I'm stress EVERYTHING-ING!!!  This was hard -- it's going to take some processing.  I've fallen into the mode that this is a crappy "season" right now.  Karma?  Lessons?  I don't know, but I'm tired.  I got so beaten up from searching for her -- ankle, shoulder.  Today I feel like giving up trying to feel well.  Maybe tomorrow will feel brighter.