Snickers the Wonder Dog went missing last night.
We let her out last night for her evening constitutional.
And like we’ve done for the past 10 years,
we waited for her to knock at the door and ask to be let in.
“Frank, I think Snickers took herself on a walk,” Sheryl said.
No worries. Every once in a while Snickers likes to go out on the front sidewalk.
After five minutes, Sheryl came back in.
“She’s gone.”
Sheryl set out on foot.
I took the car and drove the neighborhood.
Nothing.
The next 45 minutes included me driving out to the main road.
And hoping not to see anything. (People drive fast there.)
Finally a phone call.
“She’s down on Doral. Someone has her in their car.”
Apparently, a 17-year-old girl saw Snickers in front of our house.
Snickers didn’t have her Wonder Dog collar on.
So the girl thought Snickers was a lost dog.
So she got Snickers into her car.
And Snickers the Wonder Dog went on an adventure.
While Sheryl and I went into CSI: Missing Pets mode.
All’s well that ends well.
The girl who picked up Snickers meant well.
But you know what they say about good intentions.
I’ll save my heart attack for another day.
