Our dog secretly rendezvoused with the busiest street in our neighborhood yesterday resulting in frantic hours walking the streets and questioning neighbors and, ultimately, a family trip out to a shelter in the country. I am grateful every five minutes for such a generous bundle of fortunate circumstances. He thought he had a grand adventure. I aged one dog year.
The babe is finally contained. Her Grams had a play-yard delivered. It looks like a collection of baby gates all connected to form an orbit around her. It has devoured our living room floor. It gives us a little more piece of mind. Just a little, as she won't spend more than ten minutes on lock down before noticing she is alone and demanding parole.
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What an awesome post. Miles has not been the same since he was bailed from doggy jail. I mean, come on, I have spent lots more time than 3 hours in jail and...ugh...nevermind. They did give him treats and a shot in the butt on the way out. Welcome home, Miles.
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