I know how you felt. Last night, my husband was talking to his brother on the phone; he went out to the patio, thru the back door. I couldn't find Maxwell anywhere. I got the flashlight and was running all over the front and back yards, getting sicker and sicker. My husband said he never saw him, but he was distracted, so I couldn't be sure. I turned around and looked back at the house, and there was Maxwell's little face in the bottom window of the door -- wondering why his people were running around in the dark like maniacs. Silly people. |