Pickles gave us lesson #1 on how Pickles became a stray. The Jeep had a flat ($^&%*&^*&%!!) there was a screw in the tire. DH filled the tire and went to get plugs. He came home and we all poured outside to hang around while he fixed it. Pickles was in the house (so we thought). Nay Pickles was not in the house, he was skulking around outside. We think he squeezed through the neighbors fence. When we called him - no Pickles. We search high and low, looking under beds, on beds, in closets… No Pickles. I started panicking.. DH takes the car for a spin around the block - he found the lil stinker on the next street over wandering in the middle of the road!! Perish the thought that my darling Pickles could have been mowed down in the doggie prime of his life.. Gasp and shudder he could have been dog napped and forced to beg at someone’s table with nary another dog or child in sight. I have become very attached to this little dog in a short amount of time. Guess what. I’m doing our taxes this weekend- the sooner we get the refund the sooner we put up a new fence.