Cricket Came Home!

Last week was a dramatic one in the Post/Hund household. Last weekend
we went to KC and left Cricket at home. When we got back she was very
affectionate and nice. She didn't yell at us like she usually does
when we leave her at home. Then Tuesday night we realized we had not
seen her since Monday at lunch. I tore the entire apartment apart
looking for her. My motherly instinct told me she was not in our
apartment. So we went into search for Cricket mode. We posted signs
and told all of our neighbors. We walked the entire neighborhood. We
called nearly every vet in St Louis. I visited the Humane Society and
the Pound. At the Pound I encountered a crazy lady that was trying to
talk me into every single cat they had and told me each of their
feeding schedules. I kept having say ever so politely "Thanks but I am
just trying to find my cat". She even debated with me that a white and
grey striped cat might be Cricket…who is neither gray nor white. So
Friday night rolls around and she had been gone almost a week. Cy and
I had been avoiding talking about the possibility that she might not
come back. He offered to take me to dinner to cheer me up but I didn't
feel like leaving…what if she came home? So we picked up a pizza from
a place that is a block away and on the way back we were talking and
calling for Cricket. When we got home I insisted on leaving the door
cracked just in case. So halfway though our pizza we hear a disgusted
"Meow". She came back!
I should also add that mid way through the week Laika had her first
training with the German Shepherd Club. I didn't want to go in case
Cricket came home but I forced myself. Cy has a class on Wednesday
nights so it was just Laika and me. It was quite a horrifying
experience. The female instructor was very large, scary and butch.
The class focuses mainly on negative reinforcement, which I do not
agree with. So it was not the greatest class. At one point the
instructor walked over to a 100+ male German Shepherd who was not
following direction and yanked so hard on the leash I wasn't sure if
the dog would live through it. The rest of the class I was body
blocking Laika so the instructor couldn't get to her. I should also
add too my horror that most of the male dogs are not fixed so I saw
quite a few of them get "excited". I had to body block Laika from
them as well. I hope next week goes better.