Chance. Chance!! CHANCE!!!!

Nothing starts your heart pumping faster than hearing your child screaming your foster dog's name while you are catching up with your brother on the phone.

"Gotta go."

I ran downstairs and everyone was all smiles. "Oh, he's just going potty right outside the front porch."

Wait, stop, come back!! Down the driveway he ran like he had the devil on his heels. Stopped to pee at a stump - now we can catch him.

And he's OFF! Quick pit stop on the mailbox to pee there. NOW, we can catch him. NOT.

Meanwhile, I ran back in the house to find some shoes. Found one green foamy garden shoe - dang where is the other? Connor's slippers have a hard sole and he's getting big enough in fifth grade that his shoes are...um...starting to fit me. Hooray - I'm back to getting hand-me-downs, again.

I cut across the neighbors front yard, keeping an eye on Kiera's pink shirt as she chased him.

He ran down the street to the family two doors down. They have a whole herd of boys and a cute pair of twin girls AND a huge yellow lab mix named Lizzie! Those kids and dog play with the kids across the street and Chance's buddy, Donovan.

Chance stopped to play with Donnie and one of the boys nabbed him. And then he pulled really hard and he was gone again. Back down the street towards our house...and the swamp. Man, I really wasn't in the mood for a dog bath tonight.

I stopped running after I spotted him takin' care of bizness in the front yard. I was at the end of the drive hoping that he would come to me after he wrapped it up. He came barreling at me like a ton of bricks!!

GOOD BOY!! I am so proud of him! (I am so thankful I'm not still outside in my son's hard-ish sole slippers slogging around in the swamp after my Fluffy.)

Furever family, where ever you are I hope you like to run!!