On August 4 this summer, I came to Caribou Highlands Lodge with our 2½-year-old sheltie Pip and my mother, joined by my brother and his two young sons. Within 10 seconds of the family reunion, something scared Pip, and he bolted out the door – me chasing as fast as I could until I came to a part of the resort where he could have gone straight, left or right. My nephews followed close behind searching for him, and came back to tell me “a woman has seen Pip and she is out looking for him too.”
And thus began a 3½-day saga of so many people, of all ages and from all parts of the world (Serbians, Australians, Russians, etc., who are working in your resorts) looking for Pip, and actually going out to look for Pip, and phoning in sightings from Ullr Mountain, The North Road, Moose Mountain, Eagle Ridge, Eagle Mountain, then finally, lastly, on Ski Hill Road running to the big lake early Tuesday evening, where several cars had pulled over to try and lure him to safety. He was still running! Always seen running.
I pulled over, and after calling out his name in as calm a way as I could manage, Pip stopped in his tracks and lay down in the grasses. I know every deck, every porch, every storage shed in a 10-mile radius of Caribou Highlands Lodge. But I wouldn’t have Pip back if weren’t for the generous and smart help of all of you who went out of your way to get Pip home. Thank you a thousand times more, and Pip thanks you too.
Jil Evans
Minneapolis
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