Found!

We found Duke, our beloved oaf-dog, this morning. I have no idea where he was all night in -3 degree weather. He seems worn out and was covered in frost but other than that he's fine. Praise God! We were all really upset thinking we'd lost him. He's now safely locked in the kennel until we can fix our fence better. Stupid dog. We love him and we're glad to see him...but we're also really mad at him. That's what you get for getting so attached to a mangy mutt.

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  1. carrieDecember 31, 2008 at 11:39 AM

    Oh, good! I'm so relieved. I was getting really upset about this myself, and you know how I'm such an animal person...not. Duke really is a sweet dog, and I couldn't stand the thought of him wondering around out there in the world. And then to think of the girls missing their puppy. Too much. Love you all!

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