We had a major alert at the Tree House yesterday morning. Duncan, our friendly/goofy/sweet twelve year old Labrador Retriever was missing in action for breakfast! Anyone that knows Duncan understands his intimate relationship with food, so this was a big deal.
We assumed the worst, especially since tree house life involves coyotes and other things that go B-U-M-P in the night ;) We searched the entire lot down the ravine and up the other side to Der Gnome. We thought we'd either find him stuck somewhere or... worse :(
Luckily, after returning from a two hour search, he showed up in the driveway and trotted down to his room like nothing had happened. It turns out he had fallen into Lester's pond next door the night before. Lester found him crying and hungry and was kind enough to feed him and get him settled.
"The last thing I remember was that bitch taking me to a rave..."
After the ordeal, Duncan was treated to a steak dinner and a round of cocktails. Then we sent him off to the Crossings spa for a bath, facial and a deep tissue massage. The results speak for themselves!
"Phew! That feels better!"
"Who's the man?!"
"That's right, baby!"
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