This afternoon Sweety's sister dropped her bassett hound and chihuahua off to be watched by us for the next week.
At around 9:30 tonight - the chihuahua got loose.
Sweety was walking him and he just slipped out of his collar and took off like a bat out of hell. We combed the neighborhood and after about an hour and a half we saw him hiding in the bushes and managed to corral him into the yard.
That was the worst 90 minutes of my life. SIL loves her dog like I love my dogs and all I could think about was how awful it was going to be to tell her that her neurotic little dog had flown the coop.
The little turd is hiding behind the couch right now. I might just let him potty in the damn house so I'll know there's no chance of escape.