04/07/2020
I hope you’re ready for a story that will give you the “good feels”. I am sitting next to Nicholas on the couch as I write this. He has been bathed, fed, and now getting rest. He was VERY happy to be home and to see the other dogs.
First off, I want to thank my husband , Clay Couvillon, for being everything and more to our chaotic zoo and family. He didn’t have to be determined to find Nicholas, but he was just as torn up over this as I was. He has been out there every single day, twice a day. Even suffering from horrible poison ivy. He was out there at 7 am this morning - we had been told by a couple of people yesterday that they saw a black and brown dog going down Kempwood St. We didn’t think it was him because we couldn’t imagine he would be out in the open but we didn’t have any other leads. So that’s where Clay started this morning, he searched for an hour with no sightings. But then got a phone call that Nicholas had been sighted in another area , so he took off running. He couldn’t get there fast enough so the guy who called actually came and picked Clay up! That’s going above and beyond for a stranger and a dog you don’t even know. The sad part is, he is actually looking for his dog as well. They followed Nicholas but Nicholas took off running full speed when he realized he was being followed. Clay couldn’t chase him because that would make him run even more and we wanted to keep him in the general area so eventually they lost sight of him.
We had friends and volunteers willing to rush out to start driving around to make sure we didn’t miss a possible sighting.
Nicholas isn’t a normal dog, he is semi-feral which is actually a whole lot better than he used to be. Being out there and terrified only put him back him back into his feral state of mind so even though he has lived with Clay for 8 months, he didn’t recognize him. He is not in the right state of mind and did not want to be near anybody. We didn’t know what to do. Lost again. Julia came rushing over and set up a trap at the last sighting.
I got there with two of our dogs and the last spot they saw him. We talked to waste management that was right there and a lady had actually seen him walking back north along the train tracks next to Hempstead so that’s the direction we went. I got to these woods (picture included), said it’s too damn hot for him to be out wandering anymore - those woods would be perfect. I even sent that pic to somebody right before so another trap could be set up. Lisa and Kelsey has just checked this area. I told Clay to go check the border around the empty lot and I would go into the woods with Rocko. I walked in there and said “Nicholas , it’s mama. I’m right here and I have Rocko with me.” And I swear to god y’all... he understood. Within a min, I heard movement and he came out and walked directly to us wagging his tail. I sobbed... oh man I sobbed.
Thank you to EVERYONE who even did a little part in this. From sharing our posts, to putting up fliers, to walking the bayous and streets, calling companies, calling shelters, passing out lost dog business cards, and driving the streets. The support was AMAZING and we will never forget how a village pulled together to help a dog they’ve never met. Nicholas wasn’t just a foster dog to us- he is part of us.
We never would have given up on him. NEVER. That just isn’t who we are. We don’t give up on any animal. I have never felt the type of sadness I felt knowing he was out there terrified and confused. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think straight knowing that there was a chance that I might never see him again.
He had been missing for five days in the city. He is not a city dog. Because of his feral state of mind- he is a survivor, tough, and resilient. He is our Nicholas.