I was out doing garden chores today, both dogs came with me. They were kind of just meandering, I wasn't really paying attention. Hubby called when he was coming home so I could get the dogs in the house ( they stand in front of the car and then jump in as soon as the door is open.)
Welp. Ami was nowhere to be found. We searched the house, the grounds then Wayne took the car to search the roads while I did the brush and woods. Nothin'!
Notified humane society, sheriff's office, lost dogs of the finger lakes and about to notify home again (his chip.)
Went outside to see if Wayne was home and there's Ami. Just laying on the ground. Legs, underbelly covered with mud and snout spattered with mud. And panting up a storm. He just showed up. Judging from the consistency and color of the mud, he never left the property. We have a slight bowl between mowed part and the uphill slope going away from the house. It's heavy brush and brambles in there with thickets of buckthorn which keep it quite dark. And all inhospitable for fragile skin.
But. He's home. Here's safe. And not lying hurt somewhere. And he is now wearing his ecollar in addition to his fence collar. Both Wayne and I were frantic, getting the worst.