Spring Fever

Gus must have gotten spring fever today. He r-u-n-n-o-f-t! (Remember Oh Brother Where Art thou?) I looked for this dog for 3 hours! The first hour, I wasn't concerned. By the second hour, I was getting a little concerned. After all, he is no spring chicken and he had surgery on his leg last year. I was terrified he would run till he couldn't run anymore, or get confused, or hit, or anything! I walked the farms and yards, I drove down driveways, both of which can be scary around here. There are peope with NO TRESPASSING signs and shotguns. I discovered things in my neighborhood that I had no idea existed. And my neighbors in back are pigs! Anyway, the buddy boy had taken up with a much younger Rottie and by the time I found them (and they had covered miles) they were hanging by the pen of two chows. He must have had to prove himself still manly after hanging with a princess chihuahua. He was a little worse for wear, so I have him a Rimadyl, called him a shithead, and burst into tears. How was your day?