I may have exaggerated when I told you I took a swig of Fireball last night. A sip, I took a sip. The magic was performed, I went to bed and slept well. I dreamt of Maggie Rose running up to me like nothing was wrong. She has the heart of a warrior. I believe she will come home. She, and God, do not seem to be in any hurry. In the meantime, I have Fireball in the freezer, for, you know, swigs. Deb size swigs.
Schnauzer Sighting:
Not long after I arrive home after looking for MR, a man spotted her, between Karnes Meadows and Hoback Sports. I parked across from the arena and walked to Hoback Sports, shaking her bag of treats, and calling for her. Nothing.
She was also spotted on Kelly today.
Gabe, the man who spotted her, almost had her and then she bolted. Maybe I should ask Gabe to marry me once I find MR. She’s not crazy about men because we are never around them. And she almost went to him.
She’s alive.
Live trap goes out tomorrow. But seriously, where do we even start to put this thing? She’s all-over east Jackson.
I guess it’s time to head home. I left my glasses and only have my shades, with my prescription. I hate when I do that.
I feel a swig (sip) of Fireball coming on.
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