Yes friends and neighbors, I got out. I sprang through a crack in the door, and was merrily on my way. Mama was expecting a Shredder out of Raleigh (about an hour away), and was trying to get the stuff that needed shredding on the porch. She thought I was far enough away…BUT I WASN’T and I sprang out the door. Mama grabbed her phone and texted my next door Auntie Michelle that I was out and in her yard. But hah hah, I got outta there really fast and in spite of their best efforts, I eluded them. Then the Shredding Truck shows up. Mama says to the driver, “My dog just got out, here’s your check and here’s what needs to be shredded….I have to go.” Shredding man says “Oh no! Yes, go after your dog”. By now, Auntie Michelle had called our other neighbor Auntie Laurie, who adopts any dog or cat that no one else will (we all live next door to one another, kind of like the Bermuda Triangle of animal rescue) , and she was on the case….the three of them had tracked Aunt Lauries’ senior dog Hampton about two years ago in the freezing cold (and Auntie Michelle found him!) So Mama raced over to Aunt Laurie, who had her car in gear…they started driving and looking and calling for me. Mama was just smacking herself over and over again….Aunt Laurie was trying to soothe Mama…and then, Auntie Michelle texted….she had me! Mama and Aunt Laurie careened around the curve….and there we were….Auntie Michelle had me by the collar and she wasn’t letting go! Happy ending, right….WRONG! Yes, happy to get me back, but when we got home, Mama got me wiped down, gave me treats, and started looking for her 2016 bank statements. HAHA HAHA they had been shredded! Well that was IT for Mama. She drove to the bank, made the Rescue Happie Blankie/Tug deposit and broke down. The Branch Manager tried to comfort her, but Mama had had it for the day. She ordered copies of her checks, dragged herself back into the car, drove home and told me that it was going to be an early evening. And it was. I woke Mama up at 5AM to throw up what I had enjoyed on my romp, and when we came downstairs later this morning, the Mater found several “presents” that I had left downstairs. She thanked me for at least leaving them downstairs, fixed my breakfast and took me next door to play. I think she went back upstairs and crashed and burned. But she denies this. Anyway, I have been extra nice to Mama today…but who knows about tomorrow?