I just can't win against life when it comes to productivity, huh. I went to check on the dogs, who were chilling out in the upstairs portion of the house, and the dog I'm fostering was not there. I looked outside and she had managed to find a way through the fence gate, passed bricks and a parked car mooshed against the tiny gap that was her doorway to freedom. I searched for her for 5+ hours, but no one has seen anything.

Until I find her, I won't be home to work on commissions. We already called animal control, I told some police officers I saw while I was out, I've given my number and info to more people than I can count, and I'm posting on local FB groups and things now. We'll be making the rounds to animal shelters tomorrow; we're hoping that the fact not a soul had seen her means that she got picked up right away. I just hope it was someone good that picked her up. She's a vizsla pitbull mix, and we live in a not-so-great part of town where pitbull fighting rings and crap would not be unreasonable to expect.

Please wish me luck. There are just a lot of things going on for me, and too many of them are just... not good. I'm trying to keep upbeat, but this is too much for me to pretend like I'm okay.

Sorry if this journal is a downer. But... well yeah.