Today’s walk outside was spent searching. For a family member. Of a dear friend.
Why do dogs run away? What makes them leave the comfort of home, especially during frigid weather? It is a terrible, nagging hardship when a loved one is lost, and all you can think of while searching is, “why?”
Please, Koko, go back home. Your “mom” needs to know you’re okay.
Thanks, Ruth. You’re a good friend.