Juno is very popular amongst the ladies -- workers and customers -- at the nail salon, so she very often accompanies my mom to work. Well, one day, as a customer was headed out the door, Juno ran out along with her. Unfortunately, the nail salon is right at the corner of a very busy intersection, and to my parents' dismay, she ran out into the street and was immediately struck by a car. Now, by my dad's accounting of the event, Juno was knocked unconscious for a bit, but before either of my parents could reach her, she regained consciousness and then bolted off so quickly that no one was able to catch her. This all happened last Wednesday.
For the last week, my parents drove around the neighborhood, stayed late at the store, went the police, and even had the customers looking for Juno (I believe some even offered to put up postings on the internet). Everyone assumed that she was probably in a ditch somewhere, maimed or worse, unable to find the will to go on. All the while, my mom was telling my dad not to tell my sister or me as it would have us freaking out, and we would quite inevitably cry neglect and negligence. Does that sound like something we would do to our own parents? Haha. Probably. You see? This is what happens when I am not around to be anal about our dog's upbringing.
Well, I think mom and dad were about ready to give up when Juno made her triumphant return on Thursday afternoon. One of the ladies who works at the store heard some scratching at the front window, and as she looked up, she said to my mom, "Unni, look! Juno's back!!" Apparently, after being only-god-knows-where, she found her way back to the store and was demanding to be let back in, as though my parents were the a-holes who locked her out in the first place. Naturally, a good deal of celebrating ensued after this. My dad claims that one of the customers was so happy to see her that she even cried a little at the sight of the lost dog come home. Juno immediately got a bath and a full check-up at the vet. It's sort of a minor miracle that Juno wasn't injured at all by the accident, nor did anything happen to her while she was away for that week. So basically, the real question that inquiring minds would like to know is... what the hell was she doing for the last week?!?!
I picture her indulging in some seedy night life somewhere for dogs. Haha. And I keep getting mental flashes of that painting of the dogs playing poker in a smokey room. This is a very distinct possibility. Or I believe it entirely possible that she would randomly sneaking into shoe stores for the sole purpose of attacking vulnerable and unsuspecting patrons for their socks while they were trying on shoes. It's not good enough for her just to have socks. She prefers the ones ON people's feet. It might some sick perversion type of thing. I can only speculate. I mean, what can I say? The possibilities are endless. Why I am still thinking about this and going on and on and on about the fictional adventures of my dog is another story. Perhaps I should just stop while I'm ahead (or just slightly behind...or whatever).
In any case, Juno, I'm so glad that you're back home safe. You're such a smart dog for finding your way back!!! But why do you have to be such a pain in the ass!?!? I wish you could've stayed like this forever... you too, Nut... And I know you can't read this, but please be a good dog until I get back. No more running away.
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