On the Lam: One Cowboy Dan

I've busted out and headed south. The morning temperatures of this place have driven me to madness. Or perhaps it was the scent of a wayward hare that tempted me to finally liberate myself from these shackles of oppression. I'm sure my owner is hoping for my expedited return, but I have some more smells to seek. It's the year, baby.... the wild swinging ought' six. In dog years I just turned 21 so I better go spread my seed and make a name for myself. Maybe I'll be back.... maybe not. Maybe I'm already in the clink. Drop me a note if you see me on the streets, hustlin' my game. //cd.

and an aside from robert: I'm trying to be optimistic about the disappearance of my dog. I keep telling myself that Hayden knows exactly what is going on.

• Hayden - Woody

update: Hayden was right and my wayward pooch just had some spring fever to get rid of. He wondered into a very nice womans yard and she held onto him for the weekend until she could find our contact information. Apparently she was thrilled to cuddle with him and I have a hunch that she fed him quite well as he returned very fat and very tired. Thanks kids for all of your support in the comments section. It makes me feel somewhat connected in this very lonely internet world.