Cocoa comes home

About a year ago, I put our cherished dog Cocoa, a Brittany, out on our back deck around noon before I drove my son and grandchildren to the Phoenix airport, which is two hours away. 

As I was ready to leave the airport, I called my friend, who was staying in our home, to let her know that I was on my way back. She told me that Cocoa had mysteriously disappeared. This was unusual since Cocoa was used to being out on the deck alone and had never gone missing before. My friend had looked for Cocoa, but could not find her. Since I’d be on the road, I asked my son to call my husband at work to let him know.

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