Isn't that just the face any mother would love?
Doesn't she just look so innocent?
She's fun and funny and lets us have our way with her. (Sometimes.)
She even loves to hold our hands . . . or feet . . . or legs. Whatever's close by, she likes to touch us.
But don't let that innocent look fool you. Underneath that sweet veneer lies the heart of an adventurer.
Apparently yesterday her sense of adventure took over, and she thought she'd explore our neighborhood.
Funny thing is, I didn't even know she was missing . . . for THREE HOURS!
. . . until I got a phone call while standing in American Eagle with Maggie.
"Hey, Shelly. It's Amy. Is Thunder at home?"
These are words I never want to hear. Especially when I'm not home.
Thank goodness for Amy. What would I ever do without her? She rounded up my dog from a neighbor's house, got her key to my house, and brought that wayward beast back home.
Where she belongs.
And where she will surely stay for a good, long time.