Gertie’s real name is Cheyenne. I can’t remember what Pablo’s name is. Yes, I got a call yesterday in response to a sign posted at the tree the kids were tied to.
Before anyone judges, consider this: Gertie (what she is called here) is 10. Though she was in bad shape when Crabby cut her and Pablo away from the tree, it is pretty clear she has lead a loved life up to that point. Sometimes life throws curve balls at people, and all they need is a boost to get back on track.
The call came yesterday morning. He wanted Gertie and Pablo back. He then texted me twice. Problem is, I can’t get texts. When someone tries to text me, all I get is a phone number in my in-box. I don’t know what those texts said. I tried calling back several times but got either rapid busy signals or endless ringing ,without reaching voice mail.
We haven’t heard from him since. I tried to call him again today. It rang without going to voice mail. With the exception of an accidental hour this evening, my phone has been with me or Crabby, constantly. No missed calls were recorded during that accidental hour.
Without knowing what the contents of the texts were, not being able to make contact ourselves, and of course, not receiving another call from him, well, we don’t know what’s going on. We won’t know anything unless or until he makes contact again.
Now to the cute part:
Pablo was the ex-wife’s dog. A “lady’s dog” he said. Not so good with men. I have evidence to the contrary.
This is how Pablo chose to spend his time while we were watching a movie tonight.
The first couple days, Pablo would get upset if Gertie left his sight. Now, he says, “Who’s Gertie?”