Our wonderful Scout

Wed. was not a great day. At about 9am I let 2 of our dogs, Scout and Jessie out to go to the bathroom. Jessie made it back in, but Scout took off for the birds that are all over here. As I tried to call him back he just kept going. All day between things that I had to do I would call for him and drive around looking for him. Needless-to-say prayers were being said all day. I had no idea where to go or what to do. I started up a dirt road, but a sign was posted saying "State Trust Land--Written permission need to use." I know I did not have written permission so I didn't take it. Branden later informed me that I was aloud there, that just meant that you need permits to hunt or cut down anything. So last night after tension were high (because I was so upset at myself for all this) so at about 7:30pm I went for a drive. I wish I could say that I was going off mere inspiration, but storming out of the house does not count, but I did know I needed to go for a drive. As I drove the thought came to drive down that dirt road I started down earlier and so I did. About a mile into the road low and behold there was Scout standing in the road looking tired, shocked and scared. All the emotion of the day came flooding out. He is sore and has some cuts from barbed wire but should be ok in a few days. I found out today that our dogs are more then just dogs, they are part of the family. They don't rank as high as our kids (ok depending on the day the kids could end up in the dog house), but we love them. Dumb animals. If they would just be mean and dumb and obnoxious then maybe we wouldn't care so much.