Wednesday, July 07, 2004


Chickendog is gone, spooked by the fireworks, and I am beside myself with anxiety. Please think a good thought for poor chickendog today and hopefully she'll find her way back home.

It's my fault, which makes it even more excruciating.


Back. All in one piece. I received many dog kisses and delivered many belly rubs. She's a little gimpy and seems very tired.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

not your fault. the other bad dog opened the gate. dogs get out. shit happens. no harm no foul. :*