This sort of happened to me, only it wasn't my dog at the time. I had a very good friend who would come over to my house and hang out. After knowing him for awhile, he came to visit me and had a small dog with him. In the next few months. sometimes he brought the dog, sometimes he didn't.
One day I saw him out and about without his dog. I asked about her and he said that she was at a friend's house. A couple of days later, at about 2 o'clock in the morning, I heard something that sounded like knocking on my front door. I was upstairs in my bedroom, so I looked out of my bedroom window down to the front door. There was my friends' dog. She backed up from the front door and looked up to my bedroom window just like a person would, as if to say, "Hi, it's me!" I thought that was fabulous. I went downstairs and let her in. Apparently she ran away from wherever she was, and came to my house.
When I saw my friend a few days later out and about, I asked about his dog, and he told me the same story about her being at a friend's house.
I kept quiet. He then went on to tell me that actually he didn't know where his dog was, but that he had been reluctant to mention it to me because he knows how much I like animals. Well... I had good news for him, "Your dog's at my house." He was very happy and relieved. He was telling anyone who would listen that his dog had been at my house the whole time he had been looking for her.
Have you ever lost a dog that found its way back home, or to a family member or friend's house?
One day I saw him out and about without his dog. I asked about her and he said that she was at a friend's house. A couple of days later, at about 2 o'clock in the morning, I heard something that sounded like knocking on my front door. I was upstairs in my bedroom, so I looked out of my bedroom window down to the front door. There was my friends' dog. She backed up from the front door and looked up to my bedroom window just like a person would, as if to say, "Hi, it's me!" I thought that was fabulous. I went downstairs and let her in. Apparently she ran away from wherever she was, and came to my house.
When I saw my friend a few days later out and about, I asked about his dog, and he told me the same story about her being at a friend's house.
I kept quiet. He then went on to tell me that actually he didn't know where his dog was, but that he had been reluctant to mention it to me because he knows how much I like animals. Well... I had good news for him, "Your dog's at my house." He was very happy and relieved. He was telling anyone who would listen that his dog had been at my house the whole time he had been looking for her.
Have you ever lost a dog that found its way back home, or to a family member or friend's house?
). I think she just preferred being with me rather than where her owner had her staying/boarding. I tend to spoil dogs, especially this dog in particular. There was just something about her. She was a really good dog, loyal to a fault, and very protective.