Calloo! Callay!

Just a quick post to report that prayers and requests to the Universe worked!  Grayling was found and is awaiting our return from Maine.  She apparently went into an open barn (being the Nosy Nellie that she is), wasn't seen, got locked in and remained there until the barn was opened yesterday.  Poor dear - she bolted out the door and raced home.  She is a bit thin, a bit dehydrated, very hungry but in good shape otherwise.  Oddly enough, Sylvia checked the barn, but it was locked, and has been walking by it all week, calling Grayling.  Who never barked.  And then, there's the question of Grayling's BFF, Poochie.  Who, we believe, is NOT her BFF.  She never indicated Grayling was there.  Hoping, maybe, that Sylvia would adopt her.  We'll never know - her lips are sealed.

On a not so 'bright' note, my poor sister is at the farm bracing for over 6" of snow - which will surely mean power outages region-wide.  I guess this will cure her yearning for farm life.  It makes for an uneasy vacation, I'll tell you.