One of the most difficult moments in an argument is when you realize you are totally and completely wrong.
And I have no right to complain about something where I am the only one responsible.
I let our greyhound out around 9:50 p.m. tonight, following the logic that it was late, it was FREEZING (literally - it was 32 degrees outside), and she would simply do her business and rush back in.
HA!
I finally found her by driving my truck far far down the road - at least she had turned around and was headed back.
Reminder - never ever EVER let the greyhound without a leash on her.
Or at least not until Arizona warms up.
