"Oh Nigel, where are you?"
The mantra was repeatedly muttered in the mini van as we searched with wide eyes through out our town's winding woody roads for THREE hours.
Ok guy's, we have to drop off our cards and handmade items to the Children's hospital before the snow comes.
We'll get back on the search right after."
We dropped off the items as fast as a Mom with three kids and a large box, parked at meter with only 12 min. because we could only muster a quarter, could.
We headed back home for a quick lunch, and a solid plan to spiral out from the house with the windows down, yelling.
We saw the first few early bird flakes.
The moseying languid kind.
The Phone rang!
Animal Control, next town over, had captured our wild haired dog!
The snow was coming quick now.
You could have been...
Don't ever do that again!