Dogone Dog Gone.

So far we have staple-gunned 65 posters to various trees, telegraph poles and random wooden posts within a five mile radius of the last sighting of said dog, all to no avail.

His basket is making me sad, and the spilled dog biscuits on the floor around his bowl make me even sadder. This morning I cleared them up and put them in the bin, and then I felt bad for doing it.

Then this morning, we had a visit from a lady who thinks she saw the dog on a road nearby, in a direction we hadn't yet considered.

So I've driven up and down the road and called and called and stapled a few more posters up and now it's back to waiting.

Again.

For a while the company I had made the lack of dog presence less obvious. But now the house feels utterly, utterly empty.