I am running WAY late this morning because when Brandy got up and left for her morning class, somehow the door wasn’t fully latched or something. When I came out almost an hour later, the front door was open and the dog was not at home. So Amy and I started searching the neighborhood. I found Roscoe calmly walking (and greeting another dog that was being walked) along the way back on a route we often walk him… to the neighborhood grocery store and back. He found the door open, and just decided to do it on his own.
Anyway, that was much excitement, but everybody is fine. Although there was a half hour or so that was very worrying.
And now I need to run to work.
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