I gained a new appreciation for real wooden telephone poles today that you can actually use a staple gun on. I also blanketed the laundromat, the library, the farmer's market, the park and the neighborhood by the elementary school. I tried to get into the Senior Citizens Center because I know how clingy some of those folks can get (heaven forgive them if one of them snuck off with our puppy), but it was locked. Now just to sit back, cross our fingers and wait. Pixie is optimistic.
My darling husband, by the way, says I'm retarded. I have no rebuttal.
I got a voice mail the day after posting the signs. It was from a laughing, nameless woman saying that she had found my puppy. She didn't leave a return phone number. Am I to take it that our puppy is being held hostage? Should I expect further, taunting phone calls? Miri, come back to us!