Ironic

So, yesterday around 5pm this young, clean cut guy comes to the door selling security alarm systems. Yadda, yadda....every once in awhile I think to myself, "He left the front fence gate open." I am dog sitting for a little Cavalier King Charles Spaniel for a couple weeks. It is so cute.

So we're talking and chewing the fat about neighborhood crime, etc. He finally leaves and I ask the dogs if they are ready to eat!? Then I realize I only have one dog. My dog. I went all through the house calling the missing dog. Finally I realized it MUST have gone out the front door at some point and out through the front gate. I had to wait for the alarm guys to finish installing the system before I could go look for this dog. What a nightmare. I called a friend who posted the lost doggie on the neighborhood internet and also got in her car and started driving around looking for the dog even before I could leave my house because of the "security" people.

Finally found the dog, this little, delicate dog, traveled down 2 and a half blocks, up 1 block and over 2 houses to her own fenced in yard. No one knows how she got in her yard. I think the neighbor next door, who was outside, saw her and let her in her yard.

How embarrassing. How thankful I am that we found her and that she didn't get run over! One of the roads she had to cross is nicknamed by me, "Highway of Death." All I knew I learned from sitcom TV. If I couldn't find her or she was definitely run over, I was going to have to start looking for a dog who looked exactly like this dog to replace it, but of course, as we know with all sitcoms, that never works for very long.
So much for security.