Lost and Found

It's a scary, sick-to-your-stomach thing when you lose something. Keys, wallet, wedding ring...a little munchkin with four legs.... That's right people. Charlie got out this morning. She escaped through the little spaces that our wrought iron fence has. Josh and I spent hours looking for her. We posted several signs at different stores around our house and walked around asking people if they've seen her. To no avail, we stopped searching for her and crossed our fingers that someone would be kind enough to pick her up and call the number on her tag. On my way home from doing two basketball shoots, I got a call. A call that I had hoped to get. It was a man who said he found Charlie! He told me he was at Yoshihachi, a sushi bar near my house. I raced their as fast as I could...I'm sure I broke a couple laws of the road. But when I saw him outside holding Charlie...it was worth it. I couldn't have been happier. So ladies and gentlemen Charlie was lost, but now she's found. And I cannot explain how important it is to have you dog wearing a collar with a tag at all times.