THIS little butthead ran off last Thursday (9/6/18) giving both me AND my dad a MAJOR fright because he is still a little baby, heavily dependant on my dad and I, and my dad is bonded to him.
I went and everything possible to look for him. The first I noticed eh was missing from my yard, I spent two hours calling for him, but then had to give it a rest for the night due to quiet hours in town. The next morning after work I spent another two hours calling for him, going around the block and even stopping by my vet which was near by to see if anyone had brought him in. I made posts on social media and on Saturday I made a flyer to print and make copies to hang around the area, this resulted in me getting bitten by a dog and the creepy as fuck owner trying to apologize by offering me candy and essentially stating that he trained his dog to go after transients... Long story. That made my search for him go on the back burner while I made a police report on that and to get my foot taken care of.
I spent the ENTIRE weekend looking for him, and yesterday I started to lose hope because with how my area is, it was unlikely that he would still be around due to either being snatched up by a wild animal or passerby, hit by a car, or taken to a shelter.
THEN I come home today, I happen to glance out my door leading to my deck and GUESS who was chilling on my yard swing? That's right, the little butthead! I ran outside as best as I could due to my injured ankle all while calling my sister to tell her the good news and he jumped off the swing and started yelling at me.
Now he's been by my side non-stop and been super cuddly and my dad is SOOOOOOOO relieved!