She's Wanted, Dead Or Alive...

Today the scale is tippin' more towards the dead side.

I just got back from my mornin' walk. I thought it odd the only canine daughters to greet me were Darla and Gracie. Hmmmm... Where oh where could Hannah be?

Did she run away from home?!

Could she have been dog-napped?!

Nope...

(I'm not that lucky)

I found this.
While I was gone, Hannah was at it again and pulled another "Mary Lou Retton" move. She managed to catapult herself up onto my computer chair and grab one of my Staheekum slippers off my desk. She still has some red flannel stuck between her teeth. Man, I loved those slippers too.

Mind you before I even walk out to get my mail, I scan the area for anythin' she might consider a tasty tidbit. She can't be trusted.

I am at my wits' end with this dog! Heck she's almost nine years old, shouldn't she be out of this "phase"? Unless I duct tape her to an immovable object, I don't know what else to do!

Maybe Jon Bon Jovi will take her.
Better yet... Maybe he'll take me instead.