Lost and Found

Earlier this week I experienced the most horrifying 21 hours of my fuckin life!

Lola escaped from my parents house on Monday a little after 5 and we were not reunited until shortly before 3 on Tuesday afternoon.

Talk about a nervous wreck!!!

Oh the tears...no sleep...the anxiety...the stress...the 8,000 cigs I smoked...

NOT FUN!!!

I was out the door and back at their house by 7:30 am on Tuesday to begin my search for my lost dog. I made fliers and passed them out to trash men, mailmen and construction workers...all of who were very compassionate and sensitive to my loss.

I drove for miles and in circles for nearly 7 hours looking for her, only making an occasional pit stop at my parents to use the bathroom or refill my water.

Just before I came really close to LOSING MY SHIT I got a call...

A sweet little old lady and her realtor had found her 5 streets north of my parents.

I hightailed it to where they were...and there lay my dog... muddy, wet and scared shitless in the bushes in front of her home.

And I cried...

And she exited the bushes...nearly pummeled me...and began licking me to death.

And I cried some more...

And then I gave her a bath and poured myself a large glass of wine...