The Fugitive

Well, there was certainly a fiasco at my house. We've been put in charge of watching the Stewart family's poodle Howie. We were doing a fairly good job at loving Howie and taking him outside to doodie. However, yesterday, all hell broke loose.

Apparently, nobody had taken Howie out to potty that morning. When I was leaving for school, Howie darted out of the house. I chased him down and let him finish leaving our neighbor's a present. At this point, I was now running terribly late for class, so I tossed Howie in the house and quickly shut the door behind me.

What happened next sucks. The door didn't latch shut, so a small gust of wind later blew it back open. Howie left. Nobody was home to stop him. Howie disappeared. Well, after 24 hours of searching and hoping, Todd called the pound (which he had previously done to no avail). Howie had been turned in late yesterday.

Howie is back home at the Hickory Glen house, and we're keeping an extra-close watch on him.