Dang dog!

We had a traumatic morning. Dennis and Gipper and I went to Lexington to spend the weekend with Jacob and Kelly. Early this morning I heard the dog whining, so I let him out. Then I closed him in the back porch. I tried to go back to bed, but I felt bad that he was locked in there, so I opened the screen door so he could run around the yard a bit. The yard has a fence. A couple of hours later, Dennis went to call the dog, and he was gone. Apparently he managed to wiggle out under the gate and run off. Dumbass. So we spent about 3 hours driving and walking around the neighborhood looking and calling for him. He has a tag on his collar with a website where he's registered. Unfortunately, the phone number is our home number. And of course we can't remotely access the answering machine.
But then, the clouds parted, and D remembered that we may have also put an email address on there. Woohoo! A neighbor 2 blocks away had found him and emailed us! I have never been so happy and mad at the same time! I guess it doesn't hurt that he's such a friendly dog, so they didn't mind taking him in. For a while I was so upset I swear I was having chest pains!
And now of course he's just passed out from exhaustion. He had a tough morning, I guess. Not nearly as tough as ours.
I hope if he decides to run off again, he does it in our neighborhood instead of a strange city!

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