Abbie's adventure that wasn't

A new year, maybe more blogging (but don't hold your breath...I promise nothing).

'Twas the Tuesday before Christmas. We were racing around the house starting our packing for our drive to Tennessee (of course, leaving first thing the next morning, we waited until the night before to begin). We had just picked up seat covers and floor mats for our new van, and were working in the garage trying to get them installed before anything else.

Because Abbie is best behaved when supervised, we don't like to leave her in the house if we're outside. It was also too early to drop her off at her puppy-sitter's. So, as per usual when we work outside, Abbie was hanging out in the back yard while we were in the garage. The part she was in consisted of about 5 square feet of shoveled patio plus the sidewalk leading to the gate. The rest of the yard was still buried under the 2+ feet of snow from the recent storms.

In order to preserve what little warmth the garage contained, we closed the big garage door, and continued our work. After about 5 minutes, Scott first heard skritching noises, but wasn't quite sure what he was hearing. A little bit later, I heard them too. We opened the garage door to admit a white puppy, someone just trying to find her people. The gate was still latched, and all of the snow was pristine around the fences, so the silly girl either jumped the fence, which I'm sure she could do, or climbed it. But rather than revel in her new-found freedom, she came looking for us, for which I am extremely surprised and grateful. I guess she's saying that she's found her home.