She really isn't that sweet. Two days ago I opened the garage door after hand delivering some Christmas cards (so it's dark) and she takes off. After what? Who stinking knows but I had to take the kids to the neighbors house so I could go search for her with Chuck's 1,000,000 light spot light, because she's black you know, and I still couldn't find her. Chuck calls and he asks me what I'm doing so I tell him "I'm near the mailboxes looking for your dog." And he says some lady called in the neighborhood and has her.
"Where was she?" do you ask??
All. The way. On the other. End. Of the neighborhood.
Needless to say, she's going in the crate with Copper from now on. No free reign for this free-loader.
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