I've done everything I can possibly think of. I've dropped a couple hundred bucks at the copy place making color flyers with his picture. They're everywhere in my neighborhood. People are starting to recognize me as the missing dog lady in the black Toyota. I was hanging a flyer easily ten blocks from my house when a couple recognized me. I apparently spoke to them yesterday. They were disappointed I hadn't found him yet. Me too. I upped the reward for the neighborhood kids to $100 bucks. Now even more are looking including the slacker teenagers who hang out at the park and play basketball. My sister and the little T's helped hang flyers for me today so I could get a wider area covered.
I put an ad in the paper. It says he needs medication. He doesn't. But it was suggested that might prompt someone who's thinking about keeping him to return him. They wouldn't want to deal with a sick dog, ya know. I've hung flyers at every grocery store, mini-mart, drug store and major intersection around. I've even hit the local pet stores, pet supply stores, groomers, and some vets. I'm going to hit more animal places tomorrow. I've registered him at a couple of national missing pet sites. I've also registered him and dropped flyers at SICSA, The Humane Society and the Animal Shelter. I played the "I'm a cop" card with the Animal Shelter. It worked. The receptionist's father is retired from our department. They all have my cell number and the dog catchers themselves have pictures of him now. But no one has called.
That's what really worries me. The lost pet behavior info on the web said he should've been found by now according to all the criteria. He's cute, small, friendly, has a collar and tags, etc etc. But still no one has called. I know someone has to have him. The minute he left I guarantee he came up and said hi to the first person he encountered. And the next one. And the next one. Someone has him. And I'm worried he may just be cute enough that they don't want to find his owner. But instead decided they have a new dog.
Or worse. Something bad has happened to him. I think enough of the neighborhood knows that he's gone and that I'm actively looking for him. So I'd think that if he'd gotten hit someone would know that. And I'd hope be compassionate enough to at least call and tell me. But tomorrow I'll be contacting the department that picks up dead animals. I pray they haven't seen him.
Thanks for all your thoughts, e-mails, calls and especially your prayers. I hope the Big Guy hears them. I know there are a lot bigger issues in this world right now than one little lost dog. But maybe he'll have a second in the midst of all of it to help Griffey find his way home. I promise I'll update as soon as I possibly can if he's found. I know they're are a lot of people out there worried about him. I appreciate that.
Last night was really hard. I stayed out until after 9pm looking for him tonight. Partly cuz I just didn't want to come home to this empty house. I miss him so much. I'm worried sick. I can't eat. I'm not sleeping very much. My eyes are swollen from crying.
I just want him home.