...is so cute. I can't get over it.
But she is so bad. So so bad. She finds food, socks. Mysteriously opens closed doors. But she hasn't been a puppy to try to escape, unlike the other three.
Until last night.
I get a call from Hank (brother) last night about 9 pm saying there was no sign of Sallie anywhere.
Heart. in. my. throat. In the middle of the basketball game.
And she was set to get her microchip put in today and didn't have a collar on. Of course. She and Honey just love pulling each other's collars off when they're outside and losing them.
Anyway, sweet Hank tore himself away from watching the game to go look for the baby.
He found her, thank the Lord, trotting along in the back of the neighborhood. Having a ball.
She is at the vet right now. I'm demanding a steel wall be erected around the yard stat.
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