Today, Moses made a mess on the carpet, so I put him on the line outside while I cleaned up. Then I read stories and put the girls in their rooms for naps and then...I got distracted. About an hour and a half later, I remembered him...and he was gone.
He'd pulled up his stake and was nowhere in sight.
Oh, he's run away...he could be anywhere. He could be run over by a car. He could be...
First Son was asking, "Mom, where's Moses?"
I decided to go to the front yard and call him from there...and there he was, just outside the front door. Oh, thank goodness.
He was treated to two hot dogs as a reward.
