Sure, I told the communicator, a flight attendant who talks to animals on the side. I didn't tell her Ginger had already moved on. If she could really talk to the dog, wouldn't she know?
Apparently not. The communicator got hold of Ginger, and naturally, the dog blamed everything on me.
"He took my leash off, so I thought they didn't want me anymore," Ginger said, according to the transcript sent to me by the communicator. The Corgi went on to remark: "I'm a little bit scared of the dad … I like the mom & the little girl."
I can't catch a break in this story.
I also got some good news after the column ran. A woman named Lee emailed to say she didn't need to wait for Part 2 "to know the story has a happy ending," adding: "My husband and I adopted Hannah … and she is doing great."
She said Hannah was getting better on walks and happily wagging her tail. "And we've even taken her to Huntington Beach on weekends."
After hearing from Lee, I got another email from the animal communicator, who had an addendum to the transcript.
"Ginger would like to go back to the lake," she said. "Maybe the beach?"
Holy Chihuahua! Huntington Beach?
So maybe people really can talk to animals, I don't know. But I do know this story has a second happy ending.
After Ginger found a new home as Hannah, we adopted a stray mutt and named him Dominic.
He's exactly the dog we wanted, my wife and daughter are happy, and, as of press time, the nitwit hadn't lost him once.