Callie, the dog, went out through the gate because we forgot the close it after the guy was done cleaning the roof. I was taking a shower then when she decided to take a road trip. When I was done, I came downstairs to feed her. She didn’t answer. Normally, she would be running to me in 1/2 a second because there was food involved. So I yelled and yelled and still there was no answer. Then I walked out to the backyard and saw that the gate was open. My jaw dropped, hit the ground, bounced back up and smacked me in the face. How could this have happened? She could be anywhere by now. So I had to run upstairs and get properly dressed. What should I wear? What is the proper attire to put on to look for a lost dog? An Abercrombie XS t-shirt will do I guess.
I rushed back downstairs and heard Eileen, our most adorable neighbor, screaming on the street. I got out of the house and saw her patting the dog on the porch. ”OMG!!! You are home. Callie was out on the street. She went to your next door neighbor’s house. They were playing with her. I thought they got a new dog, but then I thought the dog looked familiar. Then it dawned on me it was Callie. I rushed over there, picked her up, and came back here. I was just calling Jeff for help,” she exclaimed.
Later that night, we found out that she hurt her back by picking Callie up and was in bed and could not move. The fat dog hurt her! Poor Eileen. She weighs less than 1/2 of Paris Hilton. No wonder the dog broke her back.
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