.... Our dog Savannah is still missing. We have more than 200 fliers posted all over our town and the surrounding four towns. Not one 'I found your dog!' phone call, except from a very nice man who thought Savannah might be the dog that's been hanging around a gas station near his home for over a month. When I told him Savannah has been lost since April 27th, he told me that the gas station dog couldn't be mine and he would look around for Savannah where he lived and worked.
Lost-dog fliers are everywhere. I guess we expected to be inundated with phone calls, but we have been disappointed with the lack of response. No one has seen our dog... no one has found our dog.... we have been out looking for hours and hours, every day, every day.
I don't even have the heart to write here too much. I've been keeping up with my 'Sprinkles' blog and my 'A Puppy Named Savannah' blog. That's where to look for more details, and more of Savannah's story.
Life in the country. If I didn't hate it before, I surely hate it now.
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