Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I know you didn't make my dog come home...but, how did you know he was going to so fast!!!!!
I haven't cried this hard since the days when I was sure H was gone for good. I heard my S3 sigh in his sleep in the other room and I thought it was my dog. I sat up right, thinking I was going crazy. Maybe I had already brought my dog in and forgot. I AM losing my mind. It's only a matter of degrees.
It wasn't my dog, of course. But, I did go downstairs for one more look outside. I heard a jingle and started whistling, and sure enough my dog showed up. He stopped short of the pateau because he fully expected me to beat the living cr@p out of him. But, I was so relieved all I could manage was a weak "what the hell have you been doing, idiot dog?" I let him slink inside and wrapped my arms around his big old barrel chest. Usually he would pull away from that kind of long restrictive embrace, but he just stood there. Probably happy I wasn't pummeling him.
Tomorrow I'm going to ask my mom if I can keep him over at her house (she has a nice fenced in yard) until my fence goes in. Now that I'm sure the dog has truly pissed off every nieghbor this side on the interstate.
