While standing in Lowe's looking at countertops for bathrooms, my phone rang. I thought it would be CVS telling me my prescription was due for a refill, but no, it was from a neighbor down the street asking if I was the owner of a little dachshund and a white dog. My number was on their tags.
Indeed, that would be the Evil, Spiteful One (as she is referred to by members of the family) Cinnamon and Augie, the perfect dog (accept for a little neurosis which causes him to lick constantly). Apparently, they pushed the gate open and ran for freedom. This has happened before in other places that we have lived and they can never find there way back.
Our nice neighbors identified us as the "Alabama Fans" and stayed with them as we quickly drove home. Of course every traffic light turned red on us and it seemed to take forever. Fortunately, these neighbors were dog lovers keeping them nearby with treats. Augie was really into this. Cinnamon enjoyed being chased by the little girl with them.
Little do Cinnamon and Augie know the anxiety they cause me. They are truly loved.
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