I lost Donovan (briefly) at the park tonight. A black dog lost at night ~ not an easy thing to find. A freezing cold night, too. Not a fun 15 minutes for me.
I found him four blocks away ~ at home on the stoop, probably wondering where I was, and wondering why Tim wasn't letting him inside.
Heart attack averted.
(When I told Lucy to find Donovan, she ran in the opposite direction. Should I be worried?)