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He's home. We just finished another walking lap of the neighborhood with no luck, and I was making myself sit down for some cereal, so I could take my antibiotic (like I said, I got thoroughly shredded trying to keep him from bolting), and as I sat, I heard crying that wasn't Kimi. I'd left the garage door propped open since yesterday, and he'd found his way into there and was asking for us.
*relieved sigh* time to pill him, start his new diet, take down about 50 signs, hunker down for the next wave of thunderstorms, then collapse and whimper for a while.
*relieved sigh* time to pill him, start his new diet, take down about 50 signs, hunker down for the next wave of thunderstorms, then collapse and whimper for a while.