Then another noise. Jon went to investigate. There was a small, fat Chihuahua in our backyard. Pretty certain it belonged to our neighbors, Jon knocked on their door but they weren't home. So we kept it. Then, knocked on their door once they came home. It was their dog. And the neighbors were happy.
Thinking things had worked out okay, we sat back down to watch television and eat smoothies. Which, I apparently don't much like. I think I'll just eat my strawberries whole, thank you very much. It's the texture I don't like...and the neighbor knocks on the front door. Their other dog, the male one, is missing as well. We haven't seen him. Jon and the neighbor check the backyard, no sign of him. So now Jon and the neighbors are all out scouring the neighborhood for a slightly larger Chihuahua than the one we found. Not as old, either, which may be why the first one was easy to catch. I hope they find him.
I know, I know, I've bitched a lot about the annoying, yappy neighbor dogs but I really didn't want any harm to come to them, just for them to shut up. Fingers crossed everyone.
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