Tuesday, March 15, 2005
panic. fear. where's my dog? that is what I was feeling this morning when I returned home from picking up Jordyn. It seems the door off the kitchen had accidently blown opened with the wind. Grover and Asher must have been overjoyed with freedom, Grover alittle more than Asher. Since Asher was there waiting when I returned, Grover no where to be found. Little did I know he was safe, exploring about in the neighborhood. Shortly I did locate him (hello new neighbor kathy) but the brief moment of my little dog lost brought me to instant tears. man i love that dog. almost as much as the two men in my life.
Posted by tara at 3:16 PM