So Tiny's grandfather, Poppy, has a puppy. Actually, she's 8 years old, but Mischa is the sweetest dog alive. She a Basenji (at least in part), which is a breed of dog that doesn't bark and is known to be cat-like. Mischa will jump on your lap and love on you even if she's never met you before. If you stop petting, she'll push your hand to get more. If you call her, she will immediately come to you. She must be around people.
Well, Poppy left Tiny and her mom in charge of her while he left on vacation. Long story short, in the time it took us to grab some groceries, Mischa escaped from Poppy's house and walked about a mile back to Tiny's complex, climbed the stairs, and stood outside the door. If it weren't for Sharon hearing Mischa's tags, we may have not even known she was there. She walked in like nothing had ever happened and instantly made herself at home on our laps.
Bad Puppy! How'd you get out of the yard? And how'd you find your way over here?!
Ohhhh. We can't be angry with you for very long!
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