Where's Reagan?

"Where's Reagan?" Matthew asked, after it was dark outside. "I heard her barking, but when I went outside, she wasn't out there.

"Well, Jon could have taken her to the Weeses." I said. "But wait, Jon's at Rader. " I went out side and called Reagan's name over and over again.

"Be careful!" Momma warned. "Reagan had her rabies shot this afternoon."

I called her name again, and I heard a whine.

"It might be a bad guy holding Reagan and waiting for you so he can kill you!" Momma said.

"Laura, go get the shot gun in Jon and Phil's room. And load it." I said, more jokingly than serious.

I called Reagan's name again she this time, she barked. "Matthew, come with me!" We fetched a flashlight, and headed toward the shed, calling her name the whole time. Reaching the shed, we opened the door - but she wasn't there. And she barked again - this time, from across the yard. My mind went wild, after being scared by Momma.

We ran to the porch, and shined the flashlight in the direction where we heard the bark. And it shone right on the play house Matthew, Joe, and Lydia were building, and Reagan's little face, poking through a crack in the wall. She had walked into the house, and hadn't been able to get back out! Poor Reagsies! Well, she was very happy to be let out of her prison - so happy, in fact, that she smacked me in the face with a recycled bubble container. Nope, there's nothing wrong with Reagan.=)