So, today was kind of mean to me. I lost Duncan. I don't know how he got out but he is missing. I made these posters to try and find him.
I put them up all around the neighborhood and now I am just waiting for someone to call.
NOT.
Really though, Duncan is at home and got a pretty haircut tonight.
My task however was to put up signs on a missing dog and see if anyone actually calls. I actually did put these up on the telephone polls in our neighborhood. If someone does call, I am going to be highly curious as to if they have a Welsh Corgi and if so, where they got it because my dog isn't missing. I will say if someone calls and says they have my dog, I am going to be tempted to go see what they have.
That is all,
Newt
4 Ripples in the pond:
i was actually feeling sorry for you and worried about Duncan!
Well, you can still feel sorry for me if you want but Duncan is alive and well. He would never leave because he would miss a meal.
I gasped. And then hated The Book for making me think something could have happened to Duncan. And then smiled when I think of how soft and cuddly Duncan is after a haircut.
Yep, :( you got me too ... I was already saying "awwww" and "oh no!" like the big, soft girl I am when I read the "NOT" bit.
I hate that book!
But I'm glad Duncan is ok ... he's super cute, btw!
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