While I was camped out at the cemetery, he has apparently crossed back over the four lane and train tracks and is somewhere in the neighborhoods behind us. Last night he was ONE STREET behind my house. He's never been on that street because there are a shitload of fence fighting dogs on it, but he was there. Then this morning someone caught him and tied him with the wrong kind of rope and he slipped free. Again. He's getting closer to the house, but we drove around for nearly two hours this evening looking for him and calling everywhere behind our house and didn't see him anywhere.
I was going to walk the streets tonight, but after two nights staking out the cemetery (I actually rigged a humane trap that freaking works AWESOME out of his crate I can barely keep my eyes open. Tomorrow night I'm going to buy a car, because I sold the one that wasn't big enough for him and Indy.
Irony is that I ordered both him and Indy matching Fat Brass tags and matching Tag Collars from Blue Lynx leather. Irony is also the car I sold he hates and the one I'm buying is the same model as the one he loves. Here's to hoping that familiar engine sound will bring him out of hiding.
He appears to be moving around at all hours now. Not stopping anywhere in particular for a long time. He was seen last night by a gas station night clerk I know really well, in his yard, and he tried to catch him for me, but Harrison isn't going to go up to just anybody and plotting the points on a map, he's just moving almost randomly, but surely back towards the house.
He appears healthy, and slightly thin at this point but not emaciated, and whatever dog I've been feeding at the cemetery probably enjoyed the **** out of that gravy train
tomorrow after some much needed rest (I'm being a nice person and sharing my car with my ex-spouse who's car took a dump, and selling him the car but he has to share it until I buy a new one.) So I'm going to sleep until I have to pick him up from work, and work the evening beat tomorrow. I've got folks who are helping a bit by working the afternoon/lunch hour shift, and my mom is driving around in the morning before work.
I'm going to catch him, and then I'm going to make him learn to track other lost pets. That will be sweet sweet justice. I might even enjoy tracking then.
I was literally TWENTY MINUTES from having him back. If the guy that had caught him had borrowed a neighbors phone or had a cellphone and or put him in the house I would HAVE HIM NOW. It was TWENTY MINUTES from the time he caught him to the time I picked him up at the gas station and took him back to his house and Harrison has slipped out of the stupid ****ing polypropylene rope because that rope requires specific knots and this dude obviously doesn't know them.