After freeing them through the kitchen door, I decided I would do a little computer work awaiting their bark to come back in. Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later I heard Molly's distinctive bark and opened the door. Molly quickly scampered in but Kaz was not with her. While this was a little out of character, it happens occasionally, so I decided I would give him a few minutes. Meanwhile, Molly took up her customary place on the sofa back by the window and was asleep in minutes.
I lost track of time for a few minutes as I got carried away writing but suddenly realized that Kaz wasn't back. With his short coat he was sure to be cold. It was time to bundle up and go looking for him. I didn't relish the thought of going out with the wind whipping and the temperature in the 20s. I know some of you folks up north will laugh at that but I've been in Florida quite a number of years now and the blood does indeed get thin.
Grabbing my flashlight, I headed out the door to find where the Big Guy had gone. I truly hoped he wasn't in trouble. Sometimes his nose can lead him into situations that he doesn't expect.
I started around the barn, a likely spot because he loves to harass raccoons who come looking for a free meal. Nope, he wasn't there, so I started walking along the fence line around the house, also shining the light into the pasture in the event that he had found a way through the fence. It's a constant struggle to keep things secure from dogs that are always looking for an opportunity for mischief. There was no sign of him there either.
There were two other areas to search. The first was the side yard where Angus our Shetland pony resides. Sometimes Kaz likes to playfully harass him through the fence, the two running back and forth chasing each other on either side of the fence with Kaz barking and Angus whinnying and acting like a little bronc. But, then again, if that were the case I would hear his deep bark, so I started checking the area behind the main house, where the back yard ends against a fence with heavy thick waxed myrtles and vines.
Calling his name and shining the light at first I found nothing, but then I noticed eyes shining back in the light from beneath an overhanging myrtle encased in vines. There was Kaz, standing patiently, enclosed in some heavy vines with thorns. The poor boy had gotten himself into a mess and was shivering. I quickly ran to the tool shed, grabbed some hand clippers and made quick work of his release while he patiently stood still. He realized this was no time for high jinks and was cautious.
Successful at last, he gave me a big "slurp" and dashed to the back door, ready to go back in to the warm kitchen. All was well, no puncture wounds found and I gave him a quick snack before he curled up on his warm dog bed for a return to sleep. He was snoring in no time.
But there is one thing for which I don't have an answer. Why in the world didn't he bark when I called? I asked him but he just wagged his tail and that was that. Maybe it was because barking would cause him to get excited and, in turn, allow the thorns to do some damage. I guess I'll never know the answer but, well, that's a Great Dane for you. You just never know what will happen next when there's a Great Dane in your house.
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