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Houdini’s Last Act

Houdini was adopted on Sunday by a lovely family who met him at an event the week before. He’s a first family dog and they were over-the-moon happy to welcome him to their family.


Nick handled the adoption because I was attending the volunteer seminar for OPH.


The day had nearly wrapped up and I quick checked my phone to see if there were any messages from home regarding the adoption, the ten-pack of puppies, or their mama.

Nothing from home but there was a message from the adoption coordinator who handled Houdini’s (aka Hot Diggity) adoption. He had slipped his collar moments after the adopters arrived home and he was now missing. OPH was already on the task, circulating a flyer, contacting Find Toby in PA, and the adopters were out looking for him.


My heart was in my throat as Nancy, who was my passenger on the drive to seminar and was now my hostage in the search for Houdini, and I raced to Hanover to see if we could help.

Several sightings had already been reported. Houdini is a hard dog to miss and he was apparently running all over north Hanover in a panic. Nancy plotted his progress as we drove and it was clear that he was doing what many missing dogs do – he was circling ‘home’, but his circle was at least a mile or two in diameter.

My biggest fear was that he was truly lost – having only spent a few minutes in his new home before escaping on his first potty break. His movements though, made it seem as if he knew where ‘home’ was, he was just frightened and panicked.

The sightings all reported ‘small white dog running.’

(Except one report that claimed he was a loose white pitbull – why is it that everyone seeing a loose dog immediately thinks it’s a pitbull? Does it just make the situation sound ‘scarier’? Or has ‘pitbull’ become the catchall for any dog in trouble? And, I’m compelled here to remind everyone that there is no such thing as a pitbull. That’s an umbrella term for dogs with muscular builds, large heads, and small ears – none of which, I might add, describe Houdini.)

I’ve only ever been involved in one other lost dog situation and as then, I truly wasn’t sure what the best approach would be. All I really knew was the missing dog. I loved him and I knew he trusted me, so I raced to Hanover in the hopes that my presence would help in some way.

When we arrived, we spoke with the adopters, who were devastated. Houdini had slipped out of his collar and bolted, something I assured them was sadly common for newly adopted dogs. At the same time I cursed myself for not sending him home with a martingale collar. I just didn’t think he needed one. He’d never tried to slip his collar, he doesn’t have a small head, and he was pretty much glue to me while he lived here. Even on the occasions when he escaped his fence, he only did it to get to me.

You can bet that no adopted dog will ever leave my house without a martingale collar or harness again, but that vow didn’t help the current situation. I assured the adopters, who were adopting their first family dog that they did nothing wrong. They didn’t know better; this was on me. It didn’t help that some unkind people were slamming the adopters on Facebook for not have a martingale collar or slip lead on Houdini when they brought him home. Why people are compelled to do this, I’m not sure. Yes, there is a lesson to be learned here, but not until we safely get this dog home, and pointing fingers helps no one.

Nancy and I searched near all the sighting spots; my fears grew that Houdini would get hit by a car. Everywhere we went there was traffic. There were so many spottings because it’s a busy, populated area.

It soon grew dark and the sightings stopped. Hopefully, he was hunkered down somewhere safe. We encouraged the adopters to leave food out in front of the house, plus a few of Houdini’s ‘things’, and I promised to be back first thing in the morning.

The next morning I checked in with the adopters and learned they had spotted Houdini in front of their house next to a telephone pole the night before. It was the same spot where Nancy and I had stood and talked with the adopters. Such relief! He did know where ‘home’ was. I quickly got dressed, dealt with my pack, and raced to Hanover.

I took Fanny with me since she was Houdini’s buddy and I figured he would recognize her scent.


We walked many, many loops from the adopters’ house and back, hoping to leave scent trails for Houdini to follow. But hours later, there were still no reports, no sightings and I was honestly terrified that he’d been hit.

Finally, near lunchtime, as his adopter and I were talking in front of their house, Houdini flitted by between houses across the street. Fanny and I set off to see if we might encounter him. We spotted him nearly two blocks away. Fanny barked, and Houdini paused, and then took off in the opposite direction, only to encounter a car and then turn and go another way. Clearly, he was running blind.

I put Fanny in the car, gathered the treats and hot dogs (thanks Karen Roland!) and spread them in a trail across the yard of the empty house across the street and along the front of the adopter’s house, and then I sat on a rock in their garden and hoped.

An hour later, a neighbor reported seeing Houdini sitting in a yard nearby but running at the sight of him. The adopters who had been walking and walking and walking and desperately trying to find some way to help, went to the store to get more hot dogs (and a harness for Houdini when we caught him).

I changed my position and sat in the yard of the empty house across the street because I was worried about all the traffic on their street. All the sightings had been on the opposite side of the street from their house and I didn’t want Houdini to get hit crossing the street to get to their house or to me. I also worried that the sight of a person at the house might set him off again.

I had just settled in for the long wait, when he appeared across the street circling my car with Fanny in it parked near the adopter’s house. I grabbed a bowl of treats and began creeping towards him, channeling the advice of another OPH volunteer, ‘go low and slow.’

I was halfway across the street walking in a crouched position and hoping that by some miracle no cars would come up the busy road, when he saw me. He immediately ran back across the street, but crossed my path as he did and slowed. I thought he would stop and said, ‘good boy’ quietly, but that only seemed to send him running. What finally stopped him was a hot dog in the grass. As he paused to chew it, he looked back at me, still crouched in the middle of the street. (Thankfully, a dog-saavy good Samaritan had stopped her car in the middle of the road twenty feet or more away to block traffic but didn’t get out of her car.)

The moment when he recognized me still brings tears to my eyes. He wagged his tail, dropped the rest of his hot dog, and raced to me with a big grin on his face. I put my arms around him and ushered him to the side of the street while he licked my face.

The woman in the car, didn’t move until she could see that I had the slip lead on him and he was secure. She paused as she passed and said, “So glad you got him!” and then drove off, before I could thank her. I don’t know that I would have gotten him if she hadn’t done what she did.

Houdini just after I caught the loose dog
Moments after I caught Houdini – fitting him with a martingale collar (in addition to his slip lead).

So, many, many lessons to learn here. And yes, I’m tired of learning everything the hard way, so please take all this to heart.

Any new dog, no matter how easy-going, calm, sweet, whether it is from a rescue, a pet store, a breeder, a friend– is frightened. Everything is new. Their instinct will be to run. They need their new people to make them feel safe. Use a martingale collar, harness, and/or slip lead (I would use two of them) whenever the dog is outside. Even if you have a fenced yard. Even if you think the new dog already loves you.

martingale collar from Chewy
As you can see, they aren’t expensive -but they are worth every penny. This one was on

In the new home, for the first few days, or even a week. Give the dog plenty of time in a crate to ‘reset’, and when the dog is out of the crate in the house, keep a leash on the dog so that you can quickly gain control if the dog panics for any reason. It’s also handy so you can quickly re-direct the dog outside if he has an accident. Keep doors locked and be sure all family members check where the dog is before going in/out.

The adjustment to a new family will take time – more for some dogs, less for others. I have no doubt that within the week Houdini will be happy and secure in the knowledge that he finally has a much deserved forever family. They are wonderful people who only want the best for him and I am confident will spoil and love him all the days of his life.

I asked Houdini’s family what they were going to call him and they said, “Probably Houdini. We thought of other names, but he seems to know this one and it kind of fits.”

I suppose it does, but part of me hopes they’ll change it because his disappearing days are over.

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24 thoughts on “Houdini’s Last Act”

  1. I’m so happy you caught that poor scared guy. I think he might always be a runner — but love and security might change that. I hope so. God, you wish you could know what their memories are. ❤ He should have listened to Lily…

    Apropos of Lily T. Wolf, I would say definitely a halter with a dog like that. A martingale collar will keep them with you when they're leashed, but…I had martingale collars on my huskies and never again. Lily stuck her head under a chain link fence (in search of a ground squirrel) and the collar ring got caught on one of the wires. I was at school when it happened and I came home to a terrified, trapped dog. She could've been dead. Ultimately she got a collar with her name and other info embroidered on it and a halter. I'd rather have her run away than choked to death.

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    1. Yes – you do need to be sure a martingale collar is adjusted correctly and it’s probably a good idea to keep an eye on a dog wearing one outside or playing with other dogs for just the reason you mentioned. If they’re adjusted correctly, they shouldn’t be able to choke the dog to death, but they might hang them up for a long, long time until help comes.

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  2. Thank goodness you got him! We had a rescue dog who was a runner. Any chance to escape and run and he was off. We always got him back but we had a few frantic hair raising adventures along the way. His last escape came the day before his heart condition escalated to the point it required we finally put him down. I found him two blocks away too exhausted to walk further. Our present dog, we were first to show up at the farm where pups were available so we got to pick the pick of the litter. One of the pups took advantage of an open stall door to bolt and go off on an adventure. As much as we loved our Fred, that pup was the first pup we ruled out. We picked the girl who hung back in her home spot and looked us over carefully before she came stepping forward. She does run if off leash but she never goes far and she runs right back.

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    1. It’s so rare to find a dog who has natural recall and sticks close by – i’ve had several foster dog who were like that. Many of them seemed to have border collie in them. Gracie has never been a dog who came when called
      and Fanny is definitely a flight risk, but I really hope the next dog I adopt will be an ‘off-leash’ dog. There’s something so wonderful about being able to be outside with a dog without a leash, but I guess that’s what fences are for.

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  3. Pepper ran a few says after we adopted her from OPH and headed towards the busiest street in our neighborhood. My husband had been the one who thought she could “help” him take out the trash with no leash and luckily he is a pretty good runner (thank to Army PT!) so he caught her. It was scary!! We also found out she was a fence jumper. We had to really be vigilant with keeping a hand on her for the first two years. Now she will “help” take out the trash or “help” get the groceries out of the car without running off but it took three years to get her to this point. So glad Houdini’s new family has him back safe and he wasn’t hurt!

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    1. Wow – scary, but glad your husband was quick to catch her (and learned from the experience!). I’ve always been ultra-paranoid with my fosters, but probably not enough with adopters unless the dog’s behavior called for it. That will definitely changed. Some of us always have to learn the hard way, huh?


  4. Cara, we send our dogs with identification, a TrackR, and reflective collars, harnesses, and leashes. The first 30 days, and especially the first 24 hours in a new home, are hard on the dogs, the adopters, and those of us who loved them first. I’m so thankful that Houdini was safely recovered!

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    1. Smart! I wish our rescue did more, but they do insist that fosters use slip leads at transport and they are increasing their efforts to educate the adopters about keeping their newly adopted dog safe. I plan to personally be sure my adopters have martingale collars AND a slip lead.


  5. I was so scared when I read ‘Houdini’s Last Act,’ thinking the title meant he had been hit by a car. Thank goodness it was a happy ending!
    Even though you say that you’ve never been in a Lost Dog situation, you did so many things right. You didn’t chase Houdini, you used food to try to lure him, you tried to use Fanny as a magnet. It’s so frightening when pets are so panicked that they don’t even realize who their loved ones are. Thank goodness the woman in the car didn’t get out! I don’t know that I would have had that foresight.
    Kat Albrecht, a former police officer turned pet detective, has a great website that details how to search for lost dogs and cats. She gives tips here:
    Susannah Charleson, who volunteers with (people) search and rescue, has written a memoir that has details of her and her parents’ work capturing lost dogs, “Where the Lost Dogs Go”
    Don’t beat yourself up too badly about not sending Houdini home with a martingale/harness. While I was walking a shelter dog, he backed out of his collar AND his front clip harness! Luckily, he didn’t want to run away, but to go check out another dog.

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  6. I was sooo happy and relieved to see that you had found him on Facebook!!!!!! His name certainly does seem to be quite appropriate! I hope that he settles in quickly with his family and that the whole experience turns out to be very positive. As for those “shamers” online…best advice ever….IGNORE THEM!!!!!

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  7. Glad that this had a happy ending. Thank goodness for good citizens who do their part to help in this kind of crisis, even if they don’t stick around long enough for you to learn their names. Nobody has the right to judge someone if they’ve not been directly involved in the situation, and even then, there’s a time and a place for feedback. Keep doing your part for man’s best friend.

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  8. Oh my goodness! I was leaning forward in my seat the whole time I was reading this. The story could have ended so much differently. I felt that reality as you so eloquently relayed your emotions. But I do love a story when the masses come together to give animals the best chance in difficult situations. What a team effort, from many angles, to track and find Houdini! I am so happy for him, for you, and for his new family that he was found unharmed.
    I cannot wait to hear more about your mama and puppies. I just brought home our newest foster (the quintessential “pitbull”) who is expecting 6 (though she wasn’t cooperative during the radiograph so the number is approximate!) any day now. I will be keeping an extra vigilant hold on her when we are out for potty breaks after reading your story and staying tuned to garner wisdom about all the joys and challenges of raising puppers.
    Thank you for sharing your experiences!

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    1. A pittie mama – you lucky soul! No doubt you won’t have to worry about losing her once those puppies arrive as she’ll definitely know where home is. That’s an awfully small litter for a pit – there may be a few more hiding in there than six! Good luck! Can’t wait to hear how it goes.


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