One of the scariest parts of having children is the idea of losing them. I don’t mean euphemistically losing them (although that is terrifying, too), but truly not being able to find them for any heart-stopping reason. There is a process we go through as soon as we notice a missing kid. We progress from exasperation to concern to panic to shrieking at a decibel level that can shatter glass and only dogs can hear. It seems silly afterwards to have been so distraught because, after all, what are the chances that something scary really happened to your child? But the (admittedly paranoid) way I think is that it happens to someone’s child and I am not exempt from the odds. Reuniting with a lost child also has several steps, beginning with hysterical affection and progressing through to threatening all kinds of things for future occurrences. Connor was famous all over Chico for sending me on the I’ve-lost-a-kid roller coaster ride. Literally every store in town went on red alert at some point because of him. Not only was he fast, he could fit, hamster style, into places a fraction of his size where you would never think to look. I tried everything, from strapping him into the cart to the wildly unpopular baby leashes, to no avail. I’d look away and he’d be gone. The little dog in Cyndy Szekeres’ Puppy Lost loses his mommy but remembers to follow the rules until he finds her. Crisis averted. For now.
http://biography.jrank.org/pages/1293/Szekeres-Cyndy-1933.html
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Puppy-Cyndy-Szekeres-Learning-Picture/dp/0307622878
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