This morning happened to be a very windy morning, and the gate leading from the side yard to the rest of the property blew open again, and Tat got out. No biggie. She just runs off into the woods and comes back after you call her a few (dozen) times. I and my parents started calling her. After about five minutes, Tat still hadn't come back. I went into the woods, Mom stayed up by the house, and Dad and our landlady Melanie set out in their cars to patrol the neighborhood. Dad later came back with our dog. He said he'd found her at the corner of our street, but the first time he'd passed by, she wasn't there. Tat had been gone for around fifteen minutes, a record for her; Dobermans have to be with their "people" or they're not happy. I'm just grateful my baby's back now.
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