Wednesday, January 01, 2003

Really, Really Not Good

My dog is missing. He took off last night, spooked by the fireworks, and that was the last we saw of him. Brian and I spent the night driving around the subdivision, asking happy drunk people if they'd seen our dog. I'm so worried for him...I can't even really write about it. We're saving the half bottle of champagne for his safe return.

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