Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on November 16, 2020 by Jan Wilberg

The neighbor’s dog went
Missing into last night late
Dark again, still gone
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Same here when a very strong wind knocked down his fence leaving him free to wander.
Oh, I hate that:(
Where could it have gone? I hope it comes home real soon. Missing dogs are sad.
Hope he comes home. Not knowing is worse than confirmation.
That’s why we have “Beware of Dogs” signs on the gates. We aren’t afraid of the dogs. We are afraid of people.