My little monster got out today. I was checking the mail about five minutes after her best buddy Larry left, and she snuck out. She was running up and down the street when a guy from the SPCA found her. When he tried to pick her up, she ran home. I wouldn't even have opened the door if I wouldn't have heard Ruby yapping her head off on the wrong side of the door.
I had to spend $8 buying her a new tag, because I lost hers many months ago. I only found the eight bucks yesterday as I was cleaning up.
My heart is still racing. She is such a brat. I was just about to hop in the tub, and I didn't even realize that she was gone. I wonder if the SPCA guy wandering by at just the right moment and the 'found' money were divine intervention?
