The Continuing Saga, Part II...

Yesterday, it was the dog's turn to make me crazy.

It wasn't her fault, however. I understand why she did what she did...

I seriously wonder why all the weird stuff happens to me. Really.

Here's the story:

Yesterday, I took my niece to lunch. While we were eating, a thunderstorm rolled in.

A very impressive thunderstorm.

I looked at my niece and said "My poor baby."

My said "She'll be fine."

After we said good bye and she went back to work, I ran out to my sister's house to get her two dogs, one of which doesn't like thundersboomers any more than Riley. I also had a couple of errands to run but I wasn't gone any more than 90 minutes. Honest.

I walked into my house to find Riley in the front hall. No big deal. I must've left the hall door open.

No, it was closed. I looked from the door to my dog and noticed she was wet. As in soaking wet.

We went into the house and I looked around. The front window, which I had left open when I left was now closed. The dowel I use to keep it open was lying outside, on my front stoop.

The explanation was clear.

My dog, in a panic because of the storm, had jumped through the window.

When the new neighbor came over awhile later things got really strange.

Apparently, my dog, once she was outside, was standing in the street when some blonde lady stopped her car to check on the dog. The dog, got in her car and then either the lady took her for a drive around the block or she and the new neighbor put her in my house.

Either way, my dog was willing to go off with a complete stranger.

I don't like that. At all.

And I feel awful for leaving her home alone to panic enough that she felt safer going out the window than she did staying safe and dry in her house.

*Sigh*

Random strangeness.

I can't seem to get away from it.