So this morning I go to let the dogs in. Bindi comes in right away, but Shillelagh, who is usually right behind her, is nowhere to be found. I was right out of the shower and was topless at the time, so all I could do was stand behind the door and call her name. I heard panicked whining. "Gread," I thought, "she's probably stuck on the fence or something." I ran and threw a shirt and some sandals on and stepped out to find..........
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This.
Shillelagh was wandering blindly around the yard with a potato chip bag on her head.
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