Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

I swear, what I am about to say is true. I feel like I am making this shit up at this point, but no, life seems to be a circus.

It all began Friday night. I woke up very early and noticed our new dog had pushed her way through the opening I left in the door for the cats, and she was gone. I didn't know what to do, but it was still dark out, and she is a black dog. I realized this after driving around for about 30 minutes searching, and returned home to try to get some sleep. I woke up a couple of hours later, and there was the missing mutt, soaking wet and laying on the floor. Thank god, one less thing to worry about. I fell back to sleep.

When I woke up an hour later, as you had probably already guessed, the dog was gone again. I had not shut the door, thinking she would stay in now that she had her adventure.

Well, another search of the neighborhood turned up the dog, and the day went on as planned.

After a Halloween party on Saturday night, we came home and crashed, and I made sure to make the opening for the cats smaller so the dog could not get out. Oh yes, the dog pushed the door open wider and got out, and it was in the middle of a blizzard. Why would a dog "escape" the house in the middle of a blizzard? I have no clue. She had, though, and my stomach sunk.

I searched for about 20 minutes, and gave up. It was hard to see with all the snow, and I figured maybe she would come home again when she got cold. She did not. I waited and waited, more pissed off than worried, and finally decided to go back out and look. I got about a block from the house when I saw a guy with 2 dogs, one of which looked very much like mine. I had my neck craned around and was staring at the dog when BAM!!!! the car was stopped. The windshield was broken. My head hurt. There was a concrete divider against the front of my car. Fuck!

At this point, I was in a state of wonder at the amount of trouble this dog was causing me. Is it evil to give a dog you just adopted up for another adoption? The car was ok, I had only been going about 5 mph, but my head and neck are very sore. We found the dog again, she is here beside me, and will be locked in at this point. I am still bewildered at the whole situation. Bravo to me.

On the bright side, work is going well and life is pretty chill here (both the weather and the vibe). That's my story for the night. When I write next time, I really hope I have nothing to write about. I don't need any more stories to tell right now. I think it is too cold to fish now, though I may still give it a go if the lakes aren't frozen. Good night.