After our cocker spaniel Star Dust died, we bought Phoebe, the basset hound, who ran away every chance she had. She was full of wanderlust.
We had her neutered when she was young.
John Dan missed her when he went to camp. She was his real companion. One winter, it snowed, and Phoebe got out. I went in one direction in the car, and John Dan went toward the Park, down behind Tillery's Grocery Store.
He found her, but she was so strong, he couldn't get her back home. He wrote something big in the snow, hoping to attract attention before they froze.
Sure enough, I found them, cold and snuggled up together.
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