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A Scare With Seti

Early this morning I got a call from a random Richmond number. It woke me out of my sleep. I always get these vacation rental calls from 804 numbers so at first I didn't pay it any mind and just let it go to voicemail. But when they left a message and called back I thought I should answer it because there could be something wrong, especially at that time of the morning. When I answered there was a woman on the phone asking me if I owned a black and brown dog... Immediately my heart sank and I knew something had happened to Seti. She went on to tell me that she was out and witnessed him get hit by a car, and that he was scared and running back into the street and wanted to inform me that she'd found him. I asked her if he was okay because the only thing on my mind was that my dog was somehow injured or hurt, and that just messed me up. She said he was okay, that he was bleeding a little but otherwise was fine. I had to think quick because I couldn't do anything for him from Portsmouth. I called DeWitt. He's in Las Vegas now but I didn't know who else to turn to. Surprisingly he answered the phone and when I told him what had happened he jumped right into action. When we hung up I assume he called the woman who had called me, and then called his roommate, Juan, who is at the house in Richmond. Apparently they have a third roommate now, a female, who has a problem with letting the dog out when she comes in late at night from work or wherever. The fact that she didn't alert Juan to the dog getting out pisses me off, because our dog is not an outside dog and doesn't belong out there unless he's on a leash or his tie out. But anyway, Juan got up and went to meet the lady at animal control to get Seti. And I asked him to send me pictures of him to reassure me that he was in fact okay and home. I'm just happy my dog is okay and I really felt sad to think that he was out there scared and alone for hours on end. I hope they discuss the importance of caring for my dog with this young lady who is living with them now and I hope she doesn't let him get out again. I would be devastated if something happened to him. He's like my baby and I really have the same kind of love for him that someone would have for their own child. I mean I've raised him from a tiny puppy so to me his life is just as important as mine. I'm just happy he's back home and safe and I know I have to make some plans to go visit him before they move out to Arizona for good. I wish I could have him with me now but I'm in no condition to be taking care of a dog, and our house isn't really dog friendly and we have no fence to let him roam around in the back yard. If we did he'd be here with me for sure. I'm just grateful for the woman who called and cared for him enough to get him home safely. Whoever you are, I appreciate your concern and your love for our dog. I hope you are blessed for your kindness and concern.



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