Lost and Found
Today started out disastrously. I went outside this morning to bring in the foster dog... and she was gone. I thought maybe she was hiding under a bush, or behind a tree, or in the dog house, but no, she was gone, gone, gone.
Philip and I ran about the house, crashing through the woods and brush, getting lots of scratches, trying to find her. This, of course, didn't work. I ran inside and grabbed the last few danishes and my school bag at 7:30, and came back outside to get Phi because we had to go so that I wouldn't be late to class. I called Bonnie, who heads up the rescue that we work with. We're all just miserable, and feeling horrible.
Philip called the animal shelter while I was in class to report her missing, but they hadn't heard or seen anything. Not surprising... she's really shy and unsocialized, which is why we're fostering her in the first place.
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And then Phi went home at lunch, and guess what??? He found her! Halfway across the neighborhood and hiding under a low-hanging tree. Poor thing. Whew. What a day.
Philip and I ran about the house, crashing through the woods and brush, getting lots of scratches, trying to find her. This, of course, didn't work. I ran inside and grabbed the last few danishes and my school bag at 7:30, and came back outside to get Phi because we had to go so that I wouldn't be late to class. I called Bonnie, who heads up the rescue that we work with. We're all just miserable, and feeling horrible.
Philip called the animal shelter while I was in class to report her missing, but they hadn't heard or seen anything. Not surprising... she's really shy and unsocialized, which is why we're fostering her in the first place.
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And then Phi went home at lunch, and guess what??? He found her! Halfway across the neighborhood and hiding under a low-hanging tree. Poor thing. Whew. What a day.