                                                         (Photo: Me looking for our lost dog during a blizzard.)
We went out to cut a Christmas tree and took the dogs. Lilly, a cute, caffienated French Brittany was with us as we looked for a tree, circling out and back like when we hunt for blue grouse. After cutting the tree we noticed she had been gone for a few minutes longer than usual. We immediately started looking for her. That’s when the blizzard blew in and started dumping snow. We looked for four hours in the blizzard before it got dark. We went home and I got better geared up for snow and went back up looking. I spent the next two days covering every inch of the area to no avail.
I feared the worst. I didn’t know if she had gotten caught in a trap, eaten by a lion, or what. It just wasn’t like her not to come around after just a few minutes. She had just vanished. God smiled upon us and this little dog. Two days later I got a call from a land surveyor working in the area. He found Lilly trotting down the road toward town. We were so glad to see her and she us. Needless to say, she hasn’t left my side for a week.
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