Yes, I know it’s cliche, but it happened to me.
Little Miss O, princess of curls, and lacking pants and shoes walked down the block. I was nursing. I called her. No answer. I stopped nursing and ran out looking for her, sending Netanel around the block the other way and calling her name as I go. I looked into my neighbor’s house (the one who’s dog is pictured in my previous post) No one was home, except Punch (the dog). I continued looking.
As I ran frantically back towards home, I turned my head towards their house again, the door creaked open, and there was her curly little head poking out.
The little $%*&! she was hiding from me!
I think I need to give new thought to Hubby’s idea of inventing a leashless collar for children!