I had a bit of a scare last night. I was grilling with Phil. We were drinking of course, and I hadn’t even noticed that my dog wasn’t around. normally he is all over Phil. Because Phil is fat. But anyway, I had to go piss. Well, while I’m pissing I saw that the side gate was open! And my dog is missing!!!! At this point I’m like “let’s go find him!” I was on the verge of flipping out. But I didn’t, I just walked out the front door and gave my call. It’s a stupid call, more of a whistle, but an extremely stupid whistle. And this fucker comes running up to me wagging his tail. Happy as fuck! This little shit really had me worried and there he is loving life because he was out whoring around the neighborhood.