I open the door and Allie goes out off-leash, as usual because she *doesn’t run away*... SHE RUNS AWAY to the neighbor’s backyard and I lose sight of her. I take one second to decide whether to go back and change my shoes, or go find her in my husband’s crocs 😂🤦🏻♀️. I go with the second option as quickly as I can, and as I cross the backyard and call her nervously, the neighbor’s door opens: “Are you looking for Allie? She just came and knocked the door, she is downstairs playing with Nessie who is really excited for the visit.” There I was... with a ‘wtf face’, wearing oversized crocs (yes, with socks), and wondering how long did it take for me to stumble from one backyard to the other for that to happen.
Yet she is here, looking at me like “Hey, what’s wrong?”.