Runaway Shih Tzu
Some time ago, our HOA announced a yard sale day for today. John and I got on our beach cruiser bikes (Electra Boney Fingers and Eight Ball), checked out a few yard sales, and then headed to our regular bike path. We didn’t plan to take a long ride.
We rode about five miles, and then turned around to come home. About a half mile from where we were to get back on the path, John turned and asked if I had seen what he had seen. I didn’t know what he was talking about; he pointed to a dog that was running as fast as it could ahead of us on the path.
The runaway dog was, to my surprise, a shih tzu. The shih tzu paused ever so briefly, trying to decide if it should veer left to continue on the path, or veer right, the way we were headed. The dog made its decision and scurried right, into an apartment complex parking lot.
We followed behind it, watching as it scrambled through the parking lot. I held my breath as it headed toward the end of the complex and the street. It ran along the sidewalk towards Sheridan, one of the busiest streets in the neighborhood. John is a much stronger rider than I am, so he pedaled faster, trying to get ahead of it to stop it, afraid of what might happen if it headed across Sheridan. A person in a car had slowed down, and appeared to be concerned, too. The dog sprinted on, out of everyone’s reach.
As the dog reached Sheridan, John hollered at me not to look. I prayed that it was a red light, and that the shih tzu would make it across. But the light was green; the shih tzu sprinted across the road, as cars stopped to let her cross. We waited about a minute for the light to change in our favor, and then we crossed. John went up ahead, following the bike path for at least another mile before the dog had to make another decision regarding which way to go. It scrambled across another street, this one not so busy, and into a backyard. As John got off his bike to go find it, I knocked on the door and told the owner that we needed to fetch a stray dog from the back.
The shih tzu darted back and forth, until it was finally in a location that didn’t allow it to escape. John gently picked up the shih tzu, and determined it was a female. Her paws were bleeding from running, and she was shaking. We were miles away from home, and John now had the chore of carrying her under one arm and steering his bike with the other. He was used to carrying our Yorkie, who had weighed about 10 pounds, but this dog was heavier. John stopped a few times to rest his arm, and then we continued on.
Once we got her home, the shih tzu bolted under the dining room table. We let her stay there for a while. Then, I went around and picked her up and took her to the backyard, trying to prod her to do her business. Instead, she ran under John’s ATV trailer until we could get her back out.
We didn’t know how long the shih tzu had been on the run, but we imagined someone was looking for her. She looked freshly groomed, and she didn’t look or act abused. We got in the car and drove around the neighborhood, particularly near where we found her, looking for any “lost dog” signs. We didn’t see any.
On the way back, we saw a pet carrier at a yard sale and bought it. Then we went to PetSmart and asked for the best food for a shih tzu. When we got home, we tried to give the shih tzu some food, but she wouldn’t eat it. We didn’t know what to call her, so I started calling her Bella, after the shih tzu I met months earlier.
When it was time for bed, we took Bella upstairs with us. As we got ready, I sat her on the bed. I thought she might jump down, but she headed towards the headboard, and lay as close to it as she could. When I woke up in the night, she was lying right between us, on our pillows.
John got up at in the middle of the night and took her downstairs. She went outside and then came back in and headed for the pet carrier.
