A cup of Wendy’s chili is history.
I drove by the meadows, the mountain, alleyways, rodeo grounds, the pubs she likes to frequent, and the Center for the Arts, because a schnauzer likes her culture. No Maggie.
The live trap had a rabbit beside it and no Maggie in it. Even the rabbit is saying, “Ain’t no way”.
If I were a dog, I would be cruising the restaurants right about now. Smells tasty.
It's just crazy. One of the volunteers told me she’s like searching for the proverbial needle in a haystack. There are so many places to hide, seek shelter.
When I shared today's sighting, one of my contacts was out of town. She said the song playing was Bon Jovi...Livin’ on a Prayer. If that isn't the truth.
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