Journal Entry #10 - Missing Dog

January 31st, 2013 - 12:47 Pm

Here's today's corresponding post from Something Sinister:

I sat at the window. I watched as the snow fell. I think it was supposed to feel tranquil. It had no affect on me. Inside the house I kept craving a chance to go out and do something. I felt restless, like if something didn’t happen fast I would go completely bonkers!

I tried to get my mind caught up in a book, but there was absolutely nothing that could hold my attention. I paced around the kitchen and dining room scanning the floor for anything interesting. There was always nothing, but that never stopped me from making another pass of the area.

Cat seems to have it so easy. She can read anything and be genuinely interested in it. She is always reading, unless she is doing chores, or school. Sometimes she checks out near of 50 books from the library, and somehow manages to finish them all before the next week. For years I have wondered how she can read this fast, and to this day I still don’t know. But one thing I did know- if there weren’t thousands of years of literature written before her birth, she would have run out of books by now.

I continued to pace, I wanted something to happen. It was about 2:15 I had been pacing for over two hours. All of the sudden Cat snapped out of her reading trance. She looked around, got up and walked through the entire house; and asked “Where is Tyrone?” Tyrone being the name of the dog. I slapped my forehead. How could I have forgotten? In weather like this I was supposed to bring her inside.

I went around to the back yard, and over to the pen, but the dog wasn’t there. I looked in the dog house but she want there either. There were no holes under the fence, and there was no way that she could have climbed out, but the door had been locked and latched. I decided that she probably had found some way over, and went looking for shelter from the storm. She would be back.

I had gone back inside, but something felt off. So again I went back outside and to the pen; low and behold, there were no tracks in the snow except for mine. She would have had to have left hours ago, for her tracks to have vanished quite that completely; and I had seen her when I fed the chickens so that should have been 45 minutes ago. I searched the whole back yard, but didn’t find a single paw print.

I guess this may yet become interesting after all.

POSTED BY EDWARD STRAUSEN

This kid seems to have a LOT of time on his hands, but has nothing to do with it all.

Poor kid. All he has to do is pace around apparently. And find his dog missing. From what I gather, there is no natural or possible way for that dog to have escaped. My guess, Tyrone was dog-napped. Here's my theory. There's somebody (or something) that lives in the woods. Getting hungry, lonesome, or just being plain bad, he/she/it dog-napped Tyrone.

Of course, there was no mention of foot/paw prints. And, that doesn't exactly explain the shrieking cat. Edward couldn't see anybody or anything in the woods that the cat would have been scared of. Is it possible that this person or creature can only be seen if wanted? Or is it cloaked?

Whatever the case, this just got bigger.

I now have a better appreciation for my dog...
Inspector Kornelson