Ooomg. Some dark shit happened to my dog. Sweet, sweet little foo foo lily, the transcontinental, fun-sized papillon who forgot to put on her undercoat (She's got a sick-drown-rat distribution of adorable fur. Properly fluffy in the pet zones of course. But she got a pie bald nipple array with a greyhound waist.... you get the idea.)

Here are the important points:

• Very traumatized lately by some ultra sonic stuff plus life's goings on. We have fixed this shit.
• Smoke alarm because pizza 7pm.
• Me: "Could you please open the front door so we can get a cross breeze?" Door opens, dog darts out.
• About an hour of handwringing and flashlights. And calling her with a combination of "Lili!" and baby-voice words she seems to just respond to sometimes. All the stops.
• Cross paths with wife, she's headed next door, who called. Super Awesome Dude. Thanks, dude. Handover, goodnight and gobless.
• Almost normal life. Almost normal except for "obviously traumatized".
• Eventually we find wounds.
• Trip to vet. Vet: "I think it was an owl."
• Still there.
• Prognosis good as far as we can glean of the doctor's very educated guess.
• ~$1,500

Sorry we failed you small, expressive foo foo.