Worst Week Ever

Inspired by my good friend Tiffany's post about her lost dogs, I thought I would recall a funny story/depressing story about a man that tried stealing my beloved Willy:


BEWARE: this story is long - but quite funny.

ABSTRACT: Many of you know Willy - the greatest Keeshond in the world - you may not know, however, that he was once abducted from our family for a week. Those who do know, it is still a good story.

Willy is a bonafide work dog. He has spent more days on construction sites than me. Actually, that is not true. He typically spends the mornings on the site and the afternoons wondering the neighborhood in which we are working. Anyway, each afternoon we would typically find Willy hanging out in some puddle of water, somewhere. One afternoon, however, Willy was no where to be found. Hours of searching turned up nothing. I went home depressed and dogless. The next day yielded the same result. Three days after he went missing, Nathan, Kirsten, and I canvased the neighborhood, stapling fliers to every door and every jobsite we encountered. Then, the next day... NOTHING! But finally, after almost a full week I got a call from a man that told me that one of this crew members had Willy. Later that day the guy who had him, named Cesar, called me. The next few events that unfolded were crazy, to say the least.

We arranged to meet Cesar at his house that night. Later he called and informed me he wouldn't be home. No problem, I thought, he could just bring Willy to the jobsite the next day. Nope, no dogs allowed in his car. So, we arranged to go meet him the next night at his apartment. We got his address and drove to meet him. When we got there we called to make the swap and he didn't answer his phone! Five calls later and nothing. Finally, I called a friend who called from his phone and Cesar finally answered. At last, we arranged to meet Cesar.

Five minutes later, Cesar came out to meet us with Willy's collar in his hand. He told us that dogs were not allowed in his apartment complex (lie) and that Willy was at his friends house. He couldn't tell us his friend's address, but he could tell us how to get there. However he didn't know any street names, so we very hesitantly offered him a ride (but not before Kirsten frisked him down and made him turn his pant pockets inside out to prove he had to weapons). Our dear beloved Cesar had taken Willy's collar off because he thought he didn't like it! So we go to his friends to finally get Willy back. But guess what??? The gate was open and Willy was no where to be found. Depressed, we called the police to try to scare him into "finding" him. No dice. At one point in the phone call the police asked them to give their names and Cesar asked his friend in spanish what name they should give (little did they know that Tim could understand every word they said).

Anyway, we went home that night completely demoralized. Meanwhile, Cesar promised us that he would not sleep, eat, drink, etc. until he found Willy (comforting huh?).

The next morning we woke up early to catch the bastards by surprise. We drove straight to Cesar's friends house to grab Willy while they slept. Unfortunately, Willy was still not there. We proceeded straight to the nearest animal shelter. We saw so many cute dogs that needed a home - but no Willy. The morning was slowly coming to a close and Nathan had to go to work. We decided to go try Cesar's friend house one more time. It had to be the most depressing morning ever.

As we pulled up the street, much to our surprise, we saw Willy hanging out in the front yard! We opened the car door, called Willy into the car and got the hell out of there! We called Cesar to ask if he had found Willy yet, he told us that he was out in the neighborhood just searching his little heart out (with the T.V. in the background). We never told him that we found, perhaps he is still out looking for him!

So concluded the worst week ever. (posted by Tim)