Today we had to tell Winston and Wyatt that our dog, Missy, was missing. We haven't seen her since Wednesday--so it doesn't look good. She was doing so good staying in the back yard till she saw that sticking squirrel. Then she started digging out and now she is gone. At our old house she could just rome and hunt because we lived out in the country, but now being in town I have a feeling she either got hit or is lost.
Poor Winston just cried and cried. He has known her all of his life and loves her so much. I couldn't stand to watch those big tears run down his cheeks. Wyatt kept saying, "Why, is brother crying? Missy will come back or the city will bring her back, right daddy? She can bite bad people who want to take her, right daddy?" He was just saying anything to try and make his brother stop crying. It was really sweet.
These life lessons are so hard. I hate it--so I think in about a month we will probably be getting another dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!