Phone call that took place at approximately 9:35 this morning:
My apartments: "Heather?"
Me: "Yes?"
Apts: "Are you missing someone?"
Me: "Um, my dog?" (who was in the apartment when I left this morning)
Apts: "Yeah, we found her roaming around on the property."
Me: "Hmm, she must've gotten out, the little rat."
Apts: "Well did you leave her on the patio?"
Me: "No."
Silence.
Apts: "Oh...kay."
Me: "I left the window open a bit and she must have popped the screen off and climbed out."
Apts: "OH, okay."
Me: "I'll be right there."
Never underestimate a smart dog.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
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Hopefully you don't live on the 3rd floor or something. I want to get a dog, but I have to wait 6 more months until Joe and I can buy a place and settle down some. But I already know he's going to be a miniture weiner dog named Charlie. I can't wait. :) I'm going to be one of those horrible pet owners that dresses him up for Halloween, but he's going to be a stud. Have a great weekend and thanks for bookmarking me.
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