Well yesterday while I was teaching piano lessons one of my piano students accidentally let Maggie out the front door and was too afraid to tell me. I did not realize that she was gone until a few minutes into the piano lesson, so I went calling for her around the house and the back yard. She is usually very good to come running to me when I call her, so when she did not come I started to get even more worried. My gut feeling was that she had gotten out of the front door, which has always been a fear of mine (she has a flight problem). When I asked my student about it he just said "I don't know". So as soon as his lesson was over I cancelled the next lesson,(which happened to be his little sister) and went to look for her. I was driving around the neighborhood crying (okay, sobbing was more like it) and calling for her to no avail. I drove back to my house and my next student was there, and informed me that Maggie went into her house, where they caught her, and she was now safe in my back yard. I cried some more and then taught her lesson. I thought it was ironic that Maggie went to the students house who accidentally let her out. What is it about dogs that make you love them so much? Maggie is like a second child, I was devastated at the thought of no longer having her around. I have always loved my pets, and always been sad when they go, but Maggie is different, she has wrapped her little paw around my finger so tight I embarrassed at how much I adore her, and how attached I am to her. Thank goodness she is back and safe!