R.I.P. Nico
Last night Drew woke me up by saying "Nico ran away."
"Huh?"
"Glen just called."
Glen had gone out from seven until midnight, and when he got back to his new apartment Nico was gone. She had torn a hole in the bottom of his front door and made her escape. He said the door was saturated from the rains, but still... she must have really wanted out of there. Nico doesn't do well on her own; Drew says when Glen first got her she would tear their apartment apart if you left her alone. Orphan anxiety, I think. Jana's dog Ruby had that, too. Ruby, like Nico, was abandoned at one point in her life. (Although I guess an argument could be made that Ruby and Nico were both just really high-strung dogs and that's why their owners abandoned them. But that's too Ruby/Nico-critical for me; I like to blame their bastard former owners.)
Glen and Nico moved into their new apartment a week ago. Ironically, Glen's new place is about three blocks from the apartment I've been sharing with my sister. Glen told Drew that he had a missed call on his cell phone last night, and when he called the number it was a bagel shop just down the street. He assumed the shop owners got his number off of Nico's collar, but by the time he called them they were closed. I secretly shuddered, because last year I witnessed a dog being run over right in front of that shop. People drive way too fast on that street.
This morning Drew and I were both pretty upset about it. She's such a sweet, sweet dog and Drew says she has a tendency to run into traffic when not on her leash. Before I left for the library, he gave Glen a call to see if there was any update.
Glen said Nico came trotting home at 5:15am covered in garbage and happy as a clam. She's sitting at my feet as I write this; Glen is at Home Depot buying a new (steel) door.
"Huh?"
"Glen just called."
Glen had gone out from seven until midnight, and when he got back to his new apartment Nico was gone. She had torn a hole in the bottom of his front door and made her escape. He said the door was saturated from the rains, but still... she must have really wanted out of there. Nico doesn't do well on her own; Drew says when Glen first got her she would tear their apartment apart if you left her alone. Orphan anxiety, I think. Jana's dog Ruby had that, too. Ruby, like Nico, was abandoned at one point in her life. (Although I guess an argument could be made that Ruby and Nico were both just really high-strung dogs and that's why their owners abandoned them. But that's too Ruby/Nico-critical for me; I like to blame their bastard former owners.)
Glen and Nico moved into their new apartment a week ago. Ironically, Glen's new place is about three blocks from the apartment I've been sharing with my sister. Glen told Drew that he had a missed call on his cell phone last night, and when he called the number it was a bagel shop just down the street. He assumed the shop owners got his number off of Nico's collar, but by the time he called them they were closed. I secretly shuddered, because last year I witnessed a dog being run over right in front of that shop. People drive way too fast on that street.
This morning Drew and I were both pretty upset about it. She's such a sweet, sweet dog and Drew says she has a tendency to run into traffic when not on her leash. Before I left for the library, he gave Glen a call to see if there was any update.
Glen said Nico came trotting home at 5:15am covered in garbage and happy as a clam. She's sitting at my feet as I write this; Glen is at Home Depot buying a new (steel) door.
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