I am concerned about Pupsie. She is missing. Without Jack. That is suspicious.
The dogs are usually together, except when Jack chases a squirrel to the woods, and Pupsie comes back to the porch for a treat. Even then, she goes to fetch him before coming to the kitchen door. Apparently she thinks I have mad capture skillz and can wrestle her to the ground like a calf roper.
Anyhoo... it's been almost a week! My days are all mixed up because of my rumpus/leg pain. I can't remember the days I went to town and stayed home. But it was a day that Farmer H went to his SUS2.5. So Friday/Saturday/Sunday. When I left for town that day, only Jack was there. Same when I came home. I asked Farmer H if he'd seen her. He said before he left for his SUS2.5, both dogs were here. But around 10:00, I had only heard Jack barking in the front yard, and not Pupsie's shrill bark.
I have not seen or heard Pupsie since. Nobody in our enclave has put her picture on Facebook. You'd think if she was hanging around at somebody else's house, they would be quick to complain. I can't imagine Pupsie running away to choose a new family. Not even if they had fresh, unchewed lawnmower seats, never-ending poop boxes on their front porch, or tasty plastic children's toys in the yard. She always brings stuff like that home, except for the lawnmowers.
Nor do I suspect that somebody has dognapped Pupsie. She won't even get close to US. She's a regular contortionist when it comes to shying away from the hand that feeds her.
I'm sad that Pupsie is missing. Not despondent. It's not like when problematic Scarlett was given away without 24 hours notice! Scarlett was a pet, even though she didn't ADORE me. She was happy and pettable. I am fond of Pupsie, but she's more of a freeloader permanent stray than a pet. She always seems happy, wagging her tail, dancing just out of reach.
I am holding out hope that she will return. But I fear that she has come to no good end.
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