I've had a hellava three days. Some idiot blew up the beach and put a real scare into me. I went to ground. Only yesterday, I ventured out of my hidey-hole and met up with a couple of black lab pups who I like to romp with. Their humans were about to take me back home when my mom (who was doing her 4x a day ritual drive through the neighborhood) happened upon us all. We had a great reunion in the middle of the street. The humans were hugging. I was hugging. The Labs were hugging. We were all pretty excited that I had been found.
I saw your pics. You and I are dead ringers for each other. I hope we can get together one day and share stories.
Thanks for thinking of me. Your mom and dad were pretty great to post info about my ordeal on their blog. Tell them to just hold tight to your leash. Big sounds are sudden and scary. No telling what you might do in the same situation.
As for me, I'm just glad I'm home. I keep kissing my mom and dad and telling them so.
George (as in Gorgeous George)