I am so glad you decided to take a trip to Homeland last night. I know the last thing you probably wanted to do at midnight was bump into our misguided lost shivering beagle but I’m so glad you did. Turbo and I are connected in a special way. We both have this weird anxiety thing, we both step on people’s toes a lot but only because we want to make sure everyone’s ok and have some reassurance that we’re still loved even though we can be down right annoying sometimes. Most of all, we’re both far too curious for our own good which is probably why Turbo ended up at Homeland and why I end up reading seven books at the same time never finishing any one of them because I’m too curious to know what’s in the next book.

I’m also very glad that one of you had previously worked at a vets office because when we came to pick Turbo up this morning, his nails were clipped, his ears cleaned and his tummy full of pedigree chum. I had pretty much lost hope that Turbo would be found at all, but not only was he found, he was found by people who actually know a thing or two about taking care of dogs.

I really don’t know what else to say about you guys, except that you rock more then Chuck Berry.

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Dear Turbo,

If you were my child I would ground you for a year. But you’re not. You’re my dog so I guess all I can do right now is make up for the hugs you missed last night and hope you didn’t eat anything poisonous or moldy on your late night pilgrimage that will make you puke up green gooey stuff on my brand new rug.

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Dear Mike,

Had a great talk with you today at lunch. I can’t wait for our dinner/movie date tomorrow. You rock more then Chuck Berry and Led Zeplin put together.

So, my parents came over yesterday to help us look for Turbo but it was far to dark and given his past escapes it was almost certain that he could be half way cross town at that point.

For those of you who don’t know already, I was recently diagnosed with panic disorder (it isn’t extreme, thankfully I can still leave the house and go to work). My Thanksgiving week was not really a great Thanksgiving week. While everyone else was thanking their turkey and their family, I was simply thankful for the few pieces of sanity I had left in my head. I was dizzy, dazed and under the irrational impression that I was going to die of some horrible disease. I can’t even begin to explain how frightening, how real, and how paralyzing these feelings were. Mike and my parents got me through that weekend until I managed to see my most awesome doctor the following Monday. I’ve since seen a therapist who has set me to work on some exercises from a book which she refers to as the “bible” when it comes to treating panic disorders. Anyway, what I mean to say is, I really did not need to be dealing with a lost dog right now. It’s below freezing outside, I can only imagine how cold and alone he must feel. He has tags and the last time he got out someone found him and called us. I can only hope that a kind soul will find him again and we’ll get him back soon, but for some reason I’m hesitant to assume that we will be that lucky.

I’m angry, sad and confused. If you see me around today, please don’t attempt to cheer me up because I will probably only scowl at you. At this point, I don’t even think John Cleese could crack a smile out of me.

Turbo, if you’re out there please use that damn scent dog nose and find your way home.

UPDATE: Turbo was found last night around midnight, a few blocks away from our house. They found our number via our vet this morning and we picked him up - he’s nice and safe and sound now.