Yes, Holly Wally, We Really Love You!!

Today started out like any other Summer day in March.

I ironed a shirt and pants for hubby.

I hooked the doggies up outside on their leashes.

I made scrambled eggs for hubs and I.

Quickly cooked bacon up for Joey.

I spoke to my father about decking.

Joe and I sipped orange juice, took our vitamins,

and I walked him to the door and kissed goodbye.

I grabbed the large, yet practically empty dog food bag

and a cup of food and brought both furballs into the house.

Holly helped herself right into the bag and when that was gone,

I figured she'd still need a bit more food.

I went out to the garage, threw away the empty bag,

and grabbed more of the food.

I walked back in and saw Sadie just chillin in the kitchen, but

the little ankle biter, Holly, was not in sight.
Gone.
Vanished.
Disappeared.

I called, and called, and called.

I shook the cup with food, and nothing.

I quickly got nervous because our screen door
had not yet been put back in,

and I've been leaving the sliding glass door wide open.

I thought for sure, my adventurous little Wallers
had run off outside.

{Sidenote:We named her Holly,
but that name is far too sweet, nice, and innocent

to be hers. She is more of a Consuela or Wally or
Wallers because she runs into walls.}

I ran outside, calling her name and looking around,
but saw and heard nothing...

other than the sounds of the three large dogs two houses down.

A Husky.

Two boxers.

Last summer Holly ran over to them and teased them,

as they are in an invisible fence and she obviously was not.

Luckily they didn't enjoy her for breakfast,

that day.

But today?

I didn't even want to go over there and see a pile of Holly on the ground.

I ran inside looked around, opened doors, called up and down.

I went out the front door, in my PINK t-shirt and pink plaid pajama pants.

I asked two teenage boys (who should probably have been in school?)

If they had seen a little dog.
They said no.

I ran up stairs threw on a bra, 

since I figured I'd have to go running around trying to find her.

Again, I peeked in the bedrooms and saw nothing!

I ran back outside, in the back, in the front.

I wouldn't be so adamant that she was outside

but the dogs are much like their owners;

they love their food!
When I'm in the kitchen and there's food,

my helpers are right there to pick up the scraps!

I finally caved and picked up my cell and called the hubs.

He had just pulled into work and in a scared voice,

I told him I lost Holly.

Without hesitation, 

he jumped right back into the car and was on his way home.

He told me to keep calling her and check under the deck.

She probably chased a squirrel.

As I walked the path (mind you there is a high school behind us,

fields, a track, huge parking lot) 

Joe said, "Did you check under the covers?"
"No."
I kept calling her and looking around outside, 

and came back in the house one last time,

and there she was scurrying down into the living room,

tail between her legs,

she flipped over onto her back and laid on their doggy bed.

Her tail wagged and she knew I was upset.

Hubs was already half way home, 

but was able to just turn around and go back to work.

I think she just wanted some extra attention because I had a busy

day away from home yesterday, but

either way, I cried and sobbed like a baby.

I think she just wanted to see how much I really loved her.

I knew loved her, but the thought of her being

breakfast meat to dogs down the street,

just made my heart so heavy.

My heart is still racing a bit as I type this.

So, lessons learned.

I'll keep the door shut until we get the screen in.

And next time,

I'll check her favorite place in the whole world,

our bed sheets.

 Do your pets give you a run for your money?

I cannot wait for this new deck with railings.

And I could really use a mimosa.

I'll settle for some yoga.