When I got back home late this afternoon, The D was standing in the front yard. LuLu had made another great escape. I grabbed the spare leash and jumped in the car. Circled the block like a buzzard. No sign of her.
I decided to set off on foot. Told The Daddler to man the station. I'm zig-zagging through the neighborhood, hollering, at the top of my lungs, "Lucy! Luuuu Luuuu!! Where are youuuuu???" Trying to avoid images of Wiley E. Coyote being flattened onto the pavement.
Long story short. I found her. With bells on. Literally. She was wearing her red velvet Christmas collar with one remaining jingle bell. We don't know what happened to the other seven. We suppose she ate them.
She was also wearing her leopard print fleece coat.
Damn. Being cute goes a long way. I wouldn't know. I was the middle child. Difficult. Not cute.
Better run. I'm in the market for a fun leopard print coat. Because it's cold out there...
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