When I picked up the dogs from the "dogsitter" (Terry's brother Jim) he told me that Birdie had gotten herself in a stack of wooden pallets and apparently could not figure out how to get back out. She must have been chasing a rabbit or squirrel. Jim looked all over for her Thursday night - in all the places they like to dig on his 2 acres. She did not bark and the tags on her collar did not "jangle".
He said Bogey (Birdie's brother) and Daphne (Jim's dog) went to different areas so they didn't really point out where Birdie might have been. It got dark and Jim was sick wondering where Birdie was. It was a long night for him and he dreaded having to tell me and Terry he had lost Birdie. About every couple hours in the night Bogey would bark. Jim would go to the door hoping Birdie was on the porch but she was not there. I wonder if Bogey could hear her bark in the night as both dogs have very good hearing. The temperature was in the low 30's.
The next morning, Jim called Terry and told him Birdie was lost. In the meantime, Terry's other brother Tim started looking and listening for Birdie and heard her yipping. They finally found her in the pallets and rescued her. It was about 10 minutes after Jim had called Terry and Terry had lifted up a prayer to the Lord that Birdie would be found.
I was traveling home from Fruitland, ID to Prineville and so was oblivious to all the drama. When I got to Burns, OR and had cell phone service, Terry told me that Birdie had been lost and then found. Terry thought she had only been lost about an hour that morning. It wasn't until I got to Prineville and got the dogs that we found out she had been lost all night.
I was so relieved that she was ok and felt so bad for Jim. I know he must have had a horribly long worrisome night, dreading every minute to have to tell me and Terry. He loves our puppy dogs as much as we do. Praise the Lord this story has a happy ending. The Lord is so good to us!!!
