Lucky Dog Makes Garda's Day

My faith in human goodness is restored. A big thank you to Mam, Auntie Eileen, Tommy and the Garda in the station with the flu. Lucky, our dog escaped out the back of the (stationary) car after our walk this morning down the Navvy Bank. I searched everywhere and had to get home to give Eddie the car because he was going to a meeting. I naturally was in bits. Sobbing in the hall like a demented person. Eddie saying: "he's only a dog". I was thinking of the kids' faces when I'd have to tell them their dog was missing. It would be better if he were killed by a car, and dead, than missing. Missing was full of hope.
I called the Gardai. A Garda sympathised with me and was very nice. "The kids will be..." he said. "In fuckin bits!" I yelled, not like me to say 'fuckin' to a garda or anyone. Told me to call him back if Lucky came home. "I could do with a happy story today", he said. I also called the Dundalk Dog Pound and left a message with the details.
Then Eileen called me, told me Lucky was over the road at the bank infront of their house. She sent her husband Tommy over to see if he could get him. He did, and took Lucky back to their house. All good. I was on my way - walking. Eileen phoned again to tell me Lucky escaped and vanished. Then Tommy saw him on the bank way way in the distance. I tell them I am on my way, walking. As I run up the road, never before knew I could do this, I phone Mam on my mobile and get her answering in hushed tones, at Mass around the corner. She gets into her car in the carpark and drives us to the Navvy Bank. I see Lucky on the road at the junction and race out the car like a f.....ing lula. I offer Lucky a Titan Chocolate Bar, and he comes over and then I yank him into the back of Mam's car. We go to Eileen's to give thanks, and Tommy is fixing wires from their outdoor Christmas lights, and is relieved we got Lucky. "Did Lucky do that damage?" I ask. "It's ok". Oh God, I look at the outside door with the handle Lucky opened with his front paws, and look past that at Lucky sitting in the back seat of the car looking over at us. Feel like plugging myself into a socket wall along with Lucky. We get home, and the nice Garda phones back to see if I got the dog. People are good, decent. Maybe this is my Christmas message? Will be plugging myself into a large Bailey's Coffee tonight. Lucky will not be allow back into a house where he can open doors. Definatley not getting any eye contact from me ever again.  (This is in past and present tense because I am still shaking.........)