A boy and his dog.

Mason and I went to Hornings Hideout today, to check it out for camping. When we turned off the highway, I let Mason get on my lap and drive the rest of the way on the gravel road. So far so good. We park, get out, and I go to the back to make sure Digger doesn't jump out and chase the peacocks that were near the truck. All I found was an empty collar that used to have a dog in it. Mason immediately fell apart. We get back in and start back. I can't remember the last time I saw her in the mirror. She lays down and I can't always see her. I have visions of never finding her, because her tag is on her collar. I also picture her lying dead, or worse, dying on the side of the road. Did she jump out on the freeway? What would I say if we found her all mangled and broken. Yikes!! She does have a chip, but you would have to take her in to have it scanned. She is too good a dog for someone to not just want to keep her. Especially way out in the country. We drove about 1/4 mile and she was coming around the bend in the road, with her tongue and tail waggin'. Mason thru his arms around her and cried openly and long. Broken only by "I was so worried about you". The rest of the day was funer.