Three in Tennessee testing

Alright. We had quite a traumatic evening on Saturday. It was more like a traumatic 20 minutes. I would rank it right up there with the 2 times Matt has had an allergic reaction to some unknown substance and the time Francie ran around our old neighborhood for 45 minutes and we couldn't find her. Ok, so here it is...

I guess that Libby was feeling extra free/spunky/adventurous/liberated this weekend...I let Francie and Libby out on Saturday while Matt and Felicity were watching tv and I was going through some adoption literature in the kitchen. A little while later Francie was standing at the back door all by herself. Matt let her in and couldn't find Libby in the backyard. We threw on our shoes and ran out the door. I went out back behind the fence and Matt ran up the street and went on our normal w-a-l-k route. There was no sign of Libby anywhere. I just kept thinking of how little, teeny, tiny she is. She could easily get lost somewhere. Or someone could find her and just keep her because she is so sweet. I know I'm biased, but the general consensus among our peers is that she is a super, sweet girl. Anyway, Matt and I met back at the house about 10 minutes later. Still no Libby. That is when the hysteria set in. We got in the car and drove around for about 10 minutes. We were very afraid of what we might find. We drove on the busy roads by our house and looked in all the ditches. I was trying to figure out how we could get to Kinko's to make posters while still looking for her while it was light out. I was about to start knocking on doors when we pulled up by our house. Just then Matt's phone rang. Libby had been found! Thank goodness for that nametag we got at PetSmart. That was the best $6 we ever spent. I'm pretty sure the people on the other end of the phone heard me sobbing. Seriously, I think they did.

Apparently, Libby had found an opening near the fence gate and got out. She walked all the way up our street and hung a right. She is not a grasswalker (usually) so she probably walked in the street like it was no big deal that a furry, super cute 6 pound dog was just wandering around the neighborhood. She had actually walked quite a ways. We pulled up to the people's house and I had to refrain from running up and hugging all of them. I was still crying so hard that I could barely talk. They said that they saw her walking and she came "trotting" up to them and was so sweet. She was wagging her tail and playing happily with everyone. We talked with Libby's rescuers for a minute while I toned down the crying and then we went home.

I know that Libby was only gone for 20 minutes, but it felt like hours. So...I'm super glad that we bought her a nametag and I'm very grateful for the kind people who found her and called us. The end. :) See it was so traumatic that I don't even have a good closing statement. Oh well...