Exactly one week ago, the scariest thing that could ever happen (to a dog owner at least),….happened. Kuma escaped.
Last week we spent a few days at my parent’s house in St Louis. On Saturday we decided to go downtown to catch a concert. We decided to leave Kuma with my parents, my parents love him and didn’t mind watching him. So, we left assuming everything would be fine. After 25 minutes on the road, and almost arriving at the venue I got a phone call. It was my Dad, his exact words were, “You’re not gonna believe this.”, “What happened!?” I replied. “Kuma got out”, he said. (DUN DUN DUNNNN!)
Apparently, my Dad did not put on Kuma’s harness correctly, and Kuma slithered out of the harness when my Dad took him outside. The scariest parts about this were…1. We were 25 minutes away and I knew my Dad would not be able to catch/lure Kuma back into the house. 2. It was about 7:30 when my Dad called, I knew that soon it would be dark and searching for a shiba at night would be nearly impossible. 3. My parent’s backyard is unfenced and on the corner of a residential street. We decided to turn back around and go help my parents hopefully lure Kuma back into the house. I told my Dad we were coming back and to try and just follow/stall Kuma until we got their. My Dad ran back into the house and grabbed a raw soup bone in hopes of luring Kuma into the house, or if nothing else, away from the street.
As we were driving (speeding) back, my Dad would call me and give me updates. He was amazed at how fast Kuma was, no one could catch him. Amazingly, Kuma did not run out of the backyard, or into the street. He would just run circles around my parent’s yard. Periodically he would come back to my Dad, take a few bites of the meat from the soup bone, but dart off again before my Dad could grab him. As we drove back, the sky got darker and darker and the drive seemed to take longer and longer. Just before we pulled into the neighborhood my Dad called again and told me that a man had walked by with his Labrador and Kuma was trying to coarse him into play. My Dad asked the man to bring his dog into the yard and hang out until we got back. Thankfully, this helped keep Kuma in close proximity (by this point kuma had nibbled the meat from the soup bone down to the bone). At one point, my Dad allowed the man to bring his dog into the house in hopes that Kuma would follow. No such luck though. By this time it was a little after 8:00PM and we were pulling into the driveway. I walked through the front door of the house and came out the back door hoping that Kuma would run in my direction. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t anticipating a chase. When I walked out the back door to the yard, there was Kuma, lying down in the backyard. I called his name, “Kuma!”, he looked up, and ran to me and jumped into my hands. Talk about a sigh of relief!
My Dad was extremely relieved, saying “I would have never forgiven myself if he got away”. The man with the lab said he was “happy to help” and continued on his walk. We brought Kuma in and everybody praised him in relief. Kuma had a look on his face that almost said “I don’t see what the big deal is. I thought we were having fun.” LOL. A romp in the backyard, free meat, and a brief play session with a new friend, yea I guess I could see why he might think that.lol. Meanwhile, we were freaking out!
We are still amazed that Kuma was off-leash in an unfenced backyard for a half hour and did not run off exploring, chasing after some small animal, or worse. We have no idea what kept Kuma in the yard with so many distractions around him. We’ll just consider it a blessing from God himself. Kuma, we are happy you chose to stay with us. But please, please do not ever put us through that again. 🙂
Quentin & Sheryl
This is a picture of Kuma and my Dad, right after we got him back inside the house. Doesn’t he look like he doesn’t get what the big deal is. lol
Today is Kuma’s last day wearing his cone. 15 minutes from now we will be taking Kuma back to the vet for a follow-up check-up. If all goes well Kuma will finally be out of his cone. Though, I think he did kind of get used to it. He doesn’t seem to mind it too much in this pic. Just look at that smile! 🙂