Oh, Robin, I am so glad you got Tori back safe and sound! How scared you must have been.
Taggert got away from me twice in one week. I was so mad at him and at myself. And when he runs he runs. The last time he went toward Main Street where there is a lot of truck traffic. I was so scared he would try to cross the street and get hit. But the cars and trucks whizzing past scared him so he ran back down the street. However it still took me forever to catch him. I am way too old to chase him any more and so I alternate between praying and yelling at him - go ahead, get hit see if I care as I am puffing and huffing after him. And even though I am still mad at him when I do catch him, I give him a big hug and hold him tight for a few minutes.
That last time I couldn't even see where he went, so I got in the car and headed to Main Street. I caught sight of him, threw the car in park, hopped out and started chasing him. And then I realized what I did, I left the car running on the side of Main Street and was chasing that crazy dog! I could just see me calling Carl in Florida and saying Honey, Taggert ran away and I couldn't find him and someone stole the car when I left it running on Main street! But it's okay because I chased Taggert all the way home!
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