My little schiester, Sofia, decided to make a break for it last night. Since moving to California, she’s only decided to go out for a solo stroll one other time. Last night, though, she really took off. I couldn’t believe it. I was taking the garbage out the back door and she scurried through my legs and outside. It was awful, and really unlike her. Usually she stays put. Not last night. I had to haul my pregnant self around the neighborhood, clumsily running and calling for her. I eventually went back home and got the car to drive around the neighborhood.
Thankfully, I received a phone call not too long thereafter from a teenager who found Sofia; she and little sisters were playing with her. I was so relieved and SO grateful. The people that found her live more than a mile away from our house. It’s a miracle that Sofs wasn’t hit by car on her adventure! Tonight, I will be bringing some thank-you chocolates to those sweet girls who found my doggie!
(I’m still kind of mad at Sofia. What was she thinking, that little shiester?)