Max, the dog, has escaped the backyard. Not only did the lawn guys leave the gate open, they also unhooked the pet fence. They may as well have put up a giant sign saying MAX - YOUR FREE, RUN! Sorry - back to the story. Max is gone, Georgia is in her jammies, the cat is not cooperating and it is thundering. I put G in her stroller, grab a leash and head out. We stop everyone we see in the neighborhood, no Max sightings. Every time I yell Max's name, Georgia yells for him too. (It was darling) I start to call friends to see if I can gather reinforcements - no one is home. Finally, I decide to head back to the house and get the car to cruise the neighborhood. I yell one more time and there he is. Max actually comes when I call him and sits when I tell him. Those of you who know Max, know this is amazing.
At this point, the thunder and lightening have stopped. I figure I will finish my walk since I haven't worked out much this week. Max, G and I head away from the house. We get about .5 mile away and it starts. Not tiny raindrops mind you, big giant raindrops! Of course, I am in my flip flops. I fix the top on the stroller to try and protect Georgia as much as possible and Max and I take off on a slow run. The dog does not understand that he should not run in front of the stroller making the trip home just that much more interesting. Anyway, we finally made it home. I took Georgia out of her stroller. She had raindrops on her face and her clothing was pretty damp. I guess she needed her raincoat which she is modeling so fabulously above. The moral we learned today is: if you are lucky enough to find your dog before it rains; go home!
To Helen who left the comments - unfortunately, I was not able to reply through the links provided. I hope you were successful!
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