My wife and I returned home from dinner out on Saturday and we entered house
expecting our dog, who we rescued in January (Sandy, 55 Lbs Aussie Cattle Dog/Boxer Mix)
to greet us at the garage door as usual. No Sandy. I go upstairs thinking she was deep in a nap,
and she is no where to be found.
Turn the lights on the living room (we live in a two story condo)
and I see a GAPING hole in the window scree. We always leave windows open for fresh air.
I FREAKED, because when I looked out the window I saw paw and scratch marks on the roof.
I SCREAMED to my wife who was still downstairs to go look outside. I swear to god I though we
were going find her on the pavement below in a sorry state. My heart was pounding like a jack hammer.
No dog outside!!!! I ran out, thinking she somehow survived the fall and was on the run.
Our neighbors heard my screaming her name and yelled to me..
"Your dog is on the roof!"
I thought to my self..did they just say, "my dog is on the roof"?
I look up and my dog is staring down at me with a look on her face that said
"Uh, I'm in a bit of spot".
I yelled to my wife to call 911 hoping the fire dept could bring a ladder and I stood below hoping to catch her if she fell...
Sandy heard my wife and went close enough to her that my wife was able to grab her collar..
I RACED upstairs, I mean I was Usain Bolt, took the collar from wife and grabbed the hind quarters
and lifted her into the window, all 55 LBs.
My wife started began crying, because we both love this dog very much, and it could have ended very badly.
Our dear neighbors stood below with a blanket when they saw me race up to bring the dog in...
All's well that ends well..but boy did the adrenaline pump...
expecting our dog, who we rescued in January (Sandy, 55 Lbs Aussie Cattle Dog/Boxer Mix)
to greet us at the garage door as usual. No Sandy. I go upstairs thinking she was deep in a nap,
and she is no where to be found.
Turn the lights on the living room (we live in a two story condo)
and I see a GAPING hole in the window scree. We always leave windows open for fresh air.
I FREAKED, because when I looked out the window I saw paw and scratch marks on the roof.
I SCREAMED to my wife who was still downstairs to go look outside. I swear to god I though we
were going find her on the pavement below in a sorry state. My heart was pounding like a jack hammer.
No dog outside!!!! I ran out, thinking she somehow survived the fall and was on the run.
Our neighbors heard my screaming her name and yelled to me..
"Your dog is on the roof!"
I thought to my self..did they just say, "my dog is on the roof"?
I look up and my dog is staring down at me with a look on her face that said
"Uh, I'm in a bit of spot".
I yelled to my wife to call 911 hoping the fire dept could bring a ladder and I stood below hoping to catch her if she fell...
Sandy heard my wife and went close enough to her that my wife was able to grab her collar..
I RACED upstairs, I mean I was Usain Bolt, took the collar from wife and grabbed the hind quarters
and lifted her into the window, all 55 LBs.
My wife started began crying, because we both love this dog very much, and it could have ended very badly.
Our dear neighbors stood below with a blanket when they saw me race up to bring the dog in...
All's well that ends well..but boy did the adrenaline pump...