It seemed like a logical solution to follow the power-lines back to civilization after escaping my captors, but my hope soon turned to despair as I noticed the miles and miles of dangerous land stretched out in front of me. How was it possible I allowed myself to get into this mess? Had only I utilized my years of training and ignored the spontaneity of my emotions, I would be happily at home having dinner with my family instead of fighting for my life in this desolate land.
I can remember the kids jumping on my back, tickling me, then chasing me around the room on their tiny legs trying in vain to match my adult speed. Finally, I would stop running and allow them to pile onto my back once more, then laughter and hugs and kisses would follow. I miss them.
I can remember the soft caress of her fingers combing through my hair as we lie comfortably together on the sofa watching a favorite film. Those evenings were the best, it was our special time together and nothing else in the world seemed to matter. I wonder how frantic she is right now, wondering what has become of me?
I am exhausted and my thirst has made it twice as difficult to breathe, if only those clouds in the sky would release their water instead of teasing me with an occasional drop of rain like they have done for days and days and days. Maybe I should sleep now. . .
The newspaper ad read: Beloved German Shepard missing since July 4th. Answers to Hero, loves children. If found, please call. . .