Lily is our anti-social, somewhat psychotic, but very intelligent dog. This past Monday we had quite the morning. Luke has taken a consulting job with Encore, so he flies to Philadelphia super early on Monday mornings. Leaving Lily and I to go through our normal Monday morning routine, which involves me letting her out prior to getting in the shower and letting her back in after make-up has been applied but before I have dried my hair. This past Monday, our lawn service came early so Lily had to stay inside until they were gone. After they left, I let her out and got in the shower. I had Pandora streaming, it was a good little morning. Got out of the shower applied my make-up, brushed my teeth, possibly sang into my hairbrush, and decided it was time to let Lily back in. With my robe on and hair pulled up in a towel, I opened the back door and called her name. She usually comes bounding from somewhere in the yard and I can’t always see her. She didn’t come right away, so I went ahead and used her kryptonite word “treat” this ALWAYS does the trick. Still…no Lily…I started to panic a little and walked as far as I could bare foot without going in the cold, wet grass. I didn’t see here anywhere. I ran back in the house put on clothes (t-shirt and shorts) and flip flops and came back out. Took 3 steps into the yard so I could see the gate, and realized the lawn service guy had left the gate open.
FREEDOM for Lily, and panic/stress for Alex…I walked down our drive way calling her name and couldn’t see her anywhere. I called Luke, but his phone was still off since he was flying. I ran back in the house, grabbed her collar along with my keys and started the search. I slowly drove up and down the streets in our neighborhood, asked people walking if they had seen a brown dog, and called her name. I finally got Luke on the phone and I was a bit upset to say the least. I decided that I need to check Atlanta Highway, even though the thought of it made me nauseous. We live one house in from a very busy 4 lane, 60 mph highway. I figured if she ventured out there, I can only expect the worse. I drove about a mile each way, and no Lily. This made me very happy. I decided to check our neighborhood again. After about an hour of searching for her I decided to come home and figure out the next plan of action. (I was not as calm as this is sounding). I pull into the drive way and there is Lily in our neighbor’s front yard. I was elated and mad at the exact same moment. If you know Lily, the next part is the worse. She loves the game chase (which we will not teach our next dog). Long story short, I can’t catch this dog, and my empty promises of “walks, car rides, treats, and trips to the park” are not working. Luke calls our friend Travis and he comes over with his dog, Sam. After another 15 or 20 minutes we were finally able to get Sam in the house and Lily followed. Phew...what an exhausting morning. The lawn service people received a wonderful email and call from Luke.

She only looks cute and innocent...