The keeper is writing tonight because Lady Alice disappeared sometime between 6 and 7 this evening. It's almost like she vanished. She had already been out exploring her trails, and had come tearing back in, winded. But while I was working out on the elliptical trainer she must have slipped out again and she has either gotten herself trapped in a garage, eaten by a raccoon or a coyote, or is wounded. She may have tried to escape and had an asthma attack. I have now made the rounds of the neighborhood several times, the last time with an umbrella and flashlight, calling her name. I have looked in every closet and under furniture. I figured that she would return when it started to rain. Then I figured that she would return when it began to thunder. Then I figured the darkness would do it. But, no sound of the little bell on the orange luminescent collar. No little scratching. It is very odd. She has a microchip, and perhaps that will help her. She is just so naive, and not used to much beyond the yard. So this could be a long and difficult night for both of us. I just hope she is safe and if she got locked in, can get out in the morning. Oh, Dios mio. She hasn't eaten dinner either. I am making signs in case she is not back by morning. I haven't seen any racoons yet this spring.
At this point, there will be no stern words, only rejoicing when the prodigal comes home.
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