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Hey FRiends,

Zoe is home now and laying right under my desk — as she should be.

This was the most bizarre event to speak very kindly, however, the truth is unbelievable.

If you ask me, my dog was kidnapped, dog-napped, taken out of state for over two weeks. After my initial day of posting this thread, my personal friends were there for me and they did all they could to track down this family. I learned the next day, where this family actually was — and it wasn’t in Ohio with a sick grandmother. This family was in “Gulf Shores” “on vacation.” Information came in from several people who knew this family’s whereabouts; knew they were on vacation; and that they’d never heard of an emergency regarding a grandmother who was ill. This family is a unit of liars, telling one lie after another because they needed a story to cover the fact that they took OUR DOG and traveled to the Alabama seashore when they KNEW that Zoe was afraid of car travel.

But today, my husband took the earliest flight out of Dallas to New Orleans, rented a car, drove past the Mobile bridge to Daphne where he waited over an hour for these people to give our dog back to him. He then headed back to New Orleans, where he and Zoe boarded a flight to DFW and drove on home. There were no apologies at all given to my husband - for doing this to our dog, for lying, for preventing us to fly to where they were to get her last Saturday and every day in between, and for ultimately traveling nearly to Florida to retrieve OUR DOG. This lawyer and doctor family had us jumping through hoops to get our dog back, when most normal people would think those jumping through hoops should have been them. Remember — they were on vacation the entire time and there was never an Ohio emergency nor a family gathering at her mother’s house 90 miles away.

This week has been so draining trying to cope with their sick and cruel charade. I could not post the information I’d been gathering because I wasn’t going to jeopardize a reunion with our dog even in the unlikely chance they were to be tipped off to this thread. I feel like I endured a kidnapping, walking a fine line so as not to anger the dognappers.

And since I’m so tired, I’m about to head into bed, with my sweet Zoe by my side. I’d post the condition Zoe was in when my husband received her, but I don’t want to relive that just yet. Let me just say that I could hear him choking back tears when he called to say he had her in the car.

I’m just so thankful to Him that Zoe was given back to us. She is our family just like our children. Anyone who could be cruel to an animal has no place in my life. But for now, Zoe is home, and I’m ending this day by going to bed.

Thank you for being concerned and caring enough to see how things were going. Like I said, our Zoe’s home :)