Stressful Weekend!

My daughter took me to lunch for Mother's Day and left the boys in charge. We get home to find our pup, a Chihuahua weighing about 5 pounds, MIA.

All the kids drove around, hiked the mountain, and hunted their hiney's off looking for our baby of the family. They spotted him once, and he was so scared...

He Ran Off Frantically!

We hunted until it was too dark to see, then my daughter continued until 11 at night. She came home crying, worried that Tito may get eaten, freeze to death and starve.

We left a light on, went outside and called his name every couple of hours, only to turn up with Zilch!

Britt went to work the next morning and we left to start hunting all over again. We come home for a break and the phone rings!

I just saw your dog!

Woohoo! We jump back in the car to where he was seen, did a small hunt, found him hiding under some brush. He smelled us, and was tracking our scent, but when we called him, he was so scared that he had no idea it was us, poor fella!

I walked slowly to the brush pile, said, "Come to Grammy, Tito!" Softly, of course, and once he realized it was me, he ran as fast as he could and jumped right into my arms!

Finally Home!

We were so relieved to find him. He at an entire can of dog food and slept the rest of the day and evening in my lap. He did play a bit with the kittens, but he was just...

How was your weekend?