Daughter C and Miss M went on a run. They didn’t even leave at the same time but they all arrived home together.
I gave it water. That’s all I’m doing.
C&M are doing some clever combination of google maps and reverse phone number look up. We are all pretty sure he belongs somewhere around the burnt-out Court House. Naturally, he has no collar. I mean, why would he? Why would you want to make it easy for Goldie-Lost to find his way home?
Word on the Farm is that just as soon as they put those silver coins under our tongues and push Mr. Big Food and I out into the River Styx they’ll be turning the joint into an animal rescue farm. It should be wildly successful.
(Goldie-Lost does seem to be a sweetie. If he were mine, I’d be missing him.)