No kidding. Can you believe that shit?! Here’s the story…
New Year’s Eve night I went out for drinks with our neighbor. Roberta and Levi were out of town in Matagalpa taking care of some moving logistics. The next day I was leaving with a truck at noon with all of our stuff. We would officially no longer live in Granada.
When I returned home shortly after midnight our little dog, Lyle, shot out of the door as soon as soon as I opened it and bolted right toward La Calzada, the primary party strip in Granada. This was New Year’s Eve, as I mentioned, which means La Calzada was a loud, undulating blob of drunk party goers. The moment Lyle entered the crowd, he was out of sight.
Lyle had gotten out before, but usually he just sort of trots down the street and is easy to recover. But this night he was so terrified of all the loud fireworks going off he panicked. The problem isn’t only that Lyle is afraid of fireworks (which are shot off often here) but that he thinks the noise is coming from inside the house. He always goes nuts trying to find out where in the house these noises are! On New Year’s Eve Granada’s fireworks output was roughly 110% more than normal, so Lyle must have been insane with fear. When I opened the door he couldn’t get out of the house fast enough.
I looked for him until almost 2 in the morning, although I knew my odds of finding him were essentially zero. The next morning I had to do some last minute packing before the truck showed up at noon. Still, I went out and looked around for him in town 3 or 4 times. I was leaving Granada for good the day after my dog disappeared! I never expected to see the dog again. I thought surely he must have ran so fast, so far that he was completely lost.
He never turned up and I arrived in Matagalpa with no dog. Immediately we contacted Granada Animal Outreach for help and sent them pictures. They posted about it on their Facebook page and many of their followers offered support and to keep an eye out for the little guy.
The next day there was a comment on the Facebook post that I should call Finn and Donna with Granada Animal Outreach. I did and couldn’t believe what I was told. Finn, herself, had actually seen Lyle New Year’s Eve night after he’d escaped! She saw him run into a house and it caught her eye because Lyle looked like a dog a friend of hers owns. She went to the house and asked about the dog and they told her they had bought Lyle from a drug addict and they wouldn’t give him up unless they were paid $50 USD. Not having $50 on her at the time, there wasn’t anything she could do.
A couple of days later Finn returned to the house and paid the ransom. She sent me this picture once she had him:
Saturday morning she and Donna just happened to already be coming to Matagalpa to deliver two dogs to the shelter here (what a coincidence!) so they brought Lyle along. We reimbursed them $50 and donated another $50 to Granada Animal Outreach.
She described the house where he had been held. It was a house on La Calzada where an elderly couple with two other small dogs lived. I immediately knew the house she spoke of because Lyle’s daily walk went right past it. These people were always sitting outside with their dogs! We’ve exchanged greetings with them!
Finn said that – other than the ransom thing – the people were nice and took good care of Lyle. He even slept in the wife’s bed. She figures that the wife wanted to keep Lyle, but the husband saw it as a chance to make some quick cash.
Thanks to Finn, Donna, and Granada Animal Outreach!