Today, we were going down Francis road on our way home. We were passing a house where a little boy played outside with two dogs. One was a weenie dog.
"That looks like Missy!" Mom said. "She even has a stub tail!"
When she got to a place where there was a shoulder on the road, she turned around and we went back to look.
Missy doesn't have any black on her at all. This dog had a black spot on its back. Needless to say, it wasn't Missy. :(
Last night, sometime after midnight, I kind of woke up just enough to feel something pressed against my back. Missy loved to sleep snuggled up against me, either in the bend of my knees or at my back.
I reached around to pet her and touched the cold squishy pillow I sometimes hug to go to sleep.
That pillow hit the wall across from the bed, although I honestly didn't know I'd thrown it until I got up this morning. Good thing I didn't knock any pictures down.
It's past time for that goofy little dog to come home!