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Winston's Big Adventure

It is a good thing we are moving, because I may or may not have looked like a crazy woman today in our neighborhood....

It started around 1:30 today.  Ian, Haley, and I returned from running some errands.  When we pulled in, we noticed the gate to the fence was left wide open  (our guess is the meter-reader left the gate ajar).  We didn't even need to say anything, immediately we knew our dog was long gone.  You see, when he gets out...he runs...and runs...and runs....and runs....and runs....and runs...you get the point.

So I frantically get out of his truck and in my car so I can go search for him.  I was on limited time because Ian had to get ready for work.  So I returned home, empty handed, and teary-eyed so I could take Haley.  I loaded Haley up and continued searching.  I stopped and spoke with anyone and everyone I could find.  Usually with tears streaming down my face like a fool.  I felt terrible and literally ill to my stomach.  He didn't even have tags on, so I knew chances were, he was gone...

I got a few tips, but since he was running around like a wild man, I knew he wouldn't ever be at one place for long.  Then it was time for me to help my buddy off the bus, so I take off and do that.  Load him up and head back to the neighborhood.  Now I've got two kidlets that I can't just leave in the car to look, so I am feeling less hopeful.

Well a gentleman flags me down and informs me that my dog is in his house.  I start to have that stranger danger feeling, and hope he is serious and not trying to kidnap me.  Trust me, you don't wanna kidnap me. I am crazy, I'm not small, and I fight like hell.  I end up waiting at his front door, and sure enough there is Winston.  Panting like crazy because I am assuming he has been running for the past 3 hours.

So...it is a happy ending, but now at all how I wanted to spend my afternoon.  I am so ready to load up all the kidlets and grab something to eat and just relax knowing my dog is safe.

Until next time....
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