Thanks everyone for emails, texts, comments, and for continuing the check in here. I haven’t posted much in the past two weeks because I’ve been sick and trying to get through basic work commitments and didn’t have any news to share. Andrew’s been quietly holding down the fort.
The weather’s made things tough on the sighting side of things. We don’t know if Mari’s lying low, if something happened to her, or if people are staying in. We got a sighting today from the Fells which we were able to eliminate — the dog had a very different collar from Mari’s — and then there was the sighting reported to the Daisy team this afternoon with this cell phone picture:
Here’s the enlargement by the Daisy team:
Turned out to be a dog from the neighborhood who got out. That makes two non-sol sightings today, but at least we were able to rule them out with confidence. Not knowing is tough, and our May sightings have been challenging in their ambiguity. Besides all the rain, the ones from earlier this month were low on detail — a dog running, a dog pressed against the side of a house at night lit only by an orange streetlight who then ran off — we had one that was more certain, but otherwise it’s really tough to tell.
Yesterday was a very Mari day — warm, sunny, perfect. We spent a lot of it outside, walking around, which is still weird to do, even after so many walks without her. Mari’s a quirky little thing, with a big personality and all sorts of moods — you could tell when she was cranky or content — and the weather affected her in a big way. She hated having rain drop on her head. It annoyed her, so she wouldn’t want to spend time outside as long as the sky was misbehaving. And after bad weather, she’d have to reacquaint herself with every inch of the backyard.
Yesterday would’ve been a day of begging and begging and begging to go outside and sniff the new spring smells. It’d take hours of sniffing before she’d lie out and grin and pant and crunch ice cubes, and oftentimes she’d need several days of poking around before trusting that she knew every inch of the backyard as well as she wanted to.
I wonder how long it takes to sniff the Fells.