Super is still at large. When the entire night passed without a single sighting, I concluded he’d finally left the neighborhood.
Then we got a phone call early this morning, and the hunt was on again. When we couldn’t find him, we came home, and five minutes later a nice lady walking her dog rang the bell to let us know he was sitting in our neighbor’s yard, right across the street. The ensuing chase can only be described as completely comical, culminating in the Pinnacle of Ridiculous when Super neatly flew down our driveway, stopped long enough to GRAB THE ECONOMY-SIZE BAG OF PUPPERONI WE HAD SITTING THERE, and took off into the woods. Now at least we’ll be able to track him by his flatulence in a few hours, right?
I am completely demoralized. Other than getting to know all of our neighbors, finally (which is lovely), this process has been agonizing.
In completely unrelated news, I am giving away an Acer laptop. I’m lousy with dogs, but good with contests. I guess I’ll tell Otto to make sure that gets put on my gravestone after I die of worry and frustration.