Anyway, G was enjoying climbing around in the car and playing outside in the yard. I went in the house to put away the cleaning supplies, and when I came back out he was gone. He's never done this before. I didn't really panic, I just started out to find him. I figured he was half-way to the park, but after going a few paces in that direction, felt like I should turn back. It was about that time when I heard my neighbor calling G's name. I ran through the yard, and there he was, in a bright red sweater, luckily, three houses down and across the street staring at the doggies. My neighbor and I reached him about the same time. She had seen the car door open and figured out the rest, so he hadn't been on his own very long. I'm so glad we have good neighbors. That's really the reason I didn't panic. He knows enough people on the street that would take care of him. Plus, it wasn't a time of day when there were many cars on the road. So he was safe. He was looking at this dog,
who came to visit while we were playing on Sunday. He loves this dog cause she's small and less intimidating. Too bad we don't have the time or stability to get a dog right now, cause G sure likes them. I think he'll settle for a stuffed animal right now instead.