From now on, I'll think I'll just call the police instead of taking the time to look myself. They seem to do a much better job.
Then again, I had to walk two miles to pick her up, since the folks are out with the car. Actually, I didn't have to walk - I borrowed my sister's bike (a relatively manly bike) and rode out to her. But then, I had to walk back with an antsy dog and a bike... so I'm not sure which was worse.
Normally, when my dog runs off (which doesn't happen all to often) I give her a full bath, but this time, I decided, eh, fuck it. I filled the bathtub up her ankles and used my hands to brush the dirt off her legs, and that was it.
Anyway, I'm all out of breath right now, and I don't know why I even bothered to write this entry, but, eh, so it goes.
In conclusion, yes, Mary, reading horoscopes is a very bad habit, and I'm sure one of these days we'll both give it a rest.