Well, I will tell you what we did while we were childless for a week. First, we went to church and sat all through sacrament meeting without having to tell a single kid to be quite and actually we were able to hear the whole meeting. That was nice. For the rest of the week it just went as things usually go. Nate worked, I did laundry, we went out to dinner, twice, we went to see two movies on the same day (Angels and Demons, and Up). I hung out with my friends while Nate was at work. And I had YW's twice that week. It was a little weird not having the kids around but it was nice and relaxing too.
The worst part of the week was the Friday before we were leaving from Utah. Otis was chained up for the first time ever while Nate and I went to Boise. Nate went out to bring him in the house at 11 o'clock that night and he was missing chain and all. Now I know that this is a very normal occurrence for us. Otis ends up running away like once a week and it drives me crazy every time. And I swear that that is going to be the last time I go and look for him, which of course it isn't. Anyway Nate and I go out looking for him not knowing what we were going to do if we couldn't find him before we were supposed to leave for Utah the next day. We search for 2 hours before we decided that he must be at the pound or would be back in the morning. Nate called the pound and we were told that they had gone out on 8 calls that night but they wouldn't tell us where or if any of the dogs were actually picked up that night. We went to bed not knowing when we were going to be able to go to Utah in the morning.
The next day we both got up early to go a searchin for the dog. We wandered around the neighborhood for about 2 hours with no luck at all when finally I notice the chain marks on the ground and we start following the chain marks throughout the block. I followed it across the street and found the end of the chain mark and didn't know where it went from there. I went to get Nate so that he could help me look. By the time that I made it back there was this lady going to the trash and we asked her if she had seen our dog. She said she knew exactly where it was. And then went on to tell us this story...
Her daughter was at the store on the corner (and about 5 houses down from us) and there was a little puppy over there (we did not see any chain marks that lead in that direction at all). The daughter went in and asked the owners if they knew who the puppy belonged to. They said no that it has been without an owner for 3 days (we chained him up at 6:30 that night and hello who would just let some puppy hang out at their store for 3 days). The girl decided to take the puppy home to her house. They lady told us that he had his collar on but no chain and that he had been fed and well taken care of. She then went in and brought us out our dog and proceeded to ask if he was a pure breed and that she knew he had to be.
I am grateful that the lady decided to give us back our dog. But it all seemed a little fishy to me.
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