Helena, MT High 80 Low 58
As Jim and I were driving down our street headed to the Bungalow, I looked up and saw Skittlez in the middle of the road and the door to the rig wide open. I got out of the truck and grabbed Skittlez and put her back in the rig. Looked for Scooter and couldn’t find her. She is our hunter so who knows how far she could have gotten.
Panic set in and Jim went one direction while I went the other way, praying, calling and looking for a black tail in the tall weeds. I went to the end of the tall weeds and couldn’t see her anywhere so I headed back to the rig. I could hear Jim hollering for her down the hill the other way. I stopped at the rig to check on Skittlez before we got in the truck to look for Scooter. As I started into the rig a little black dog came prancing out of the bathroom. My joy at seeing Scooter was incredible. I let Jim know she was okay and we both collapsed.
I have no idea where she was when I looked for her before and why she didn’t leave the rig I’ll never understand because she’s ready to go out the door every chance she gets. But we sure are happy she’s home with us and safe. Jim figures Skittlez was trying to find me because she is such a Mama’s girl.
What I learned was that the door we don’t use very often is difficult to close tightly. We had it open earlier in the day and I closed it to turn the air on. But I didn’t really close it and the wind must have blown it open. That door will definitely be closed from here on out.