Oh what a great start to the day.
-I've currently a back to school cold (despite the fact I'm not going to school - yay for working with the public), and I'm not a morning person on a good day. Basically, I'm bloody miserable right now normally as is.-
So I work late today, so I'm taking the slow method to getting up, hitting the snooze button repeatedly and all that, and Bella starts barking, I haven't the foggiest as to why, but she was probably on the couch and somebody walked by, or she hard a car door or something, I don't know. It's early, my head's all stuffed up, I'm not ******** thinking about stuff, so I just send her out for her morning pee.
Go to let her in about seven minutes later, because she's probably about ready to come in... she has a two-minute outside-tolerance most of the time. So I open the door, she's not there, call her, hear nothing. Being miserable, I'm not in the mood for the back and forth game, so I grab my shoes and go to just find her. There's no little brown dog in my yard.
Ohjoy, hello panic attack. She's small, she's quick, I don't know where she got out or how long ago, I have no idea which way she would have gone. It's twenty past nine in the morning, so there's a fair amount of traffic out there, and it's always a risk that she'd have gone to my mum's work, which means crossing a busy street.
So I run back in to grab a sweater, phone, and leash, and set out - again, I've no idea which way to even begin looking. Start by checking the neighbours, because they've a bunch of cats; all seems well there, so I head the way she went last time, towards my brother's, while texting mum and sil so that they can hopefully help or at least keep their eyes/ears out for her. Don't see her that way, head back towards my house to check the alley/rest of the block, since a few houses have dogs. There she is sitting in the back alley. As I approach, what does she do but run into the non-cat-neighbour's 'path' between their house and the fence.
So now I guess somebody's going to be getting tied up outside again, and I'm going to be shelling out the money for a new ******** fence (really didn't want to yet), because the bandaid fix of chicken wire clearly isn't working, and it's nearing winter, which means she'll be even closer to the tops of the current wire, thus easier-able to get out. Joys