Got a great comment to my post on why I’m always late.

Like the commenter, we, too, worry about loosing animals, especially “Guck” (Duck.)

Oh, the horror. The horror.

She tends to be bad about dropping items and either not realizing it, or not saying anything.

“Guck” has been dropped on the hike and bike trail. Luckily I realized it quickly, and didn’t have to backtrack too far. (And luckily, no one’s dog or kid claimed it.)

And yesterday she dropped her new “Cwifford” (the big red “gog”) in the parking lot on the way to the car. Didn’t say a word. Glad I looked back.

We’ve been looking for a replacement “guck.” I fear we may never find one, and may loose it someday.