I was hysterical This afternoon I was outside in the yard with Scooter and when I looked around, he was gone. I called and called but no Scooter. The yard is totally fenced so he didn't get out but where was he? I was hysterical running around calling and pretty soon crying. I even was squeaking his toys which always brings him but no Scooter. I looked all through the house and still couldn't find him. I was getting ready to go out front when he raced into the kitchen absolutely hyper. Where he had been I do not know but he was scared. I kissed him about a thousand times I was so grateful to see him but I still cannot think where he had been. What a terrible terrible feeling to think he was lost. I do love him so.
__________________ “My little dogs ... heartbeats at my feet.”
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