November 11th began with big plans and they all came crashing to a halt when our precious pooch, Danner, turned up missing in the morning. Sten and Scott spent several hours scouring the country for the absent hound. Milah and I were diligent in our vigil at the house, our eyes filled with tears and our bodies racked with sobs. Maren gave us both a curious look and said that "it is very hard to make yourself cry." Just after Scott and I finished hanging our "lost dog" posters at a few local places, we received a call . . . Danner had been found!! He had not been the delicious treat of a hungry cougar or the victim of a gang of vicious coyotes(as I had feared). No, he had somehow been shut in the barn and could not get out. Hmmm, hadn't thought to look there.
Old Mother Hubbard now has all her children under her wing and she has a smile on her face - aaaah! Oh by the way, I don't think we'll tell Sherman about that reward money that we posted for the return of our Lab - it was reward enough for him to open the barn door to a wagging tail.
2 comments:
Whew, thought that wasn't going to end well by the way you started. I love Mare's comment. Must be the tough one in the family!
We love you "DANNER" oh yes we do. What a day to remember.
We are home for a few days?
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