Dawn Boyle
Yesterday I experienced something so bizarre, it actually made me scratch my head the rest of the day saying to myself "did that really happen". Greg and I were cleaning up after the party early yesterday. My kids were out with my parents at my nieces dance competition. The house wasn't bad, but the backyard was trashed, there were juice pouches all over the place. It looked like we had a kegger.
While we were outside cleaning some how my dog Patch aka Houdini escaped. My entire backyard is fenced, there is a dog run that we normally only let him use. He does not have full range of the back. I mentioned to Greg that I thought the dog escaped and grabbed the box of treats to find the escapee. I made it out my front door to only call him by name once when a rather angry woman parked across the street asked me if I was looking for a dog. I said yes. She told me to "stay right there", got into her car and pulled in front of my home. She got out of her car and started questioning me about my normal practices of allowing my dog to roam. I told her she had the wrong person. My dog is ALWAYS on lock down. 
