Daisy hath returned, covered in mud and visibly annoyed at having missed several meals. I don’t know what sort of Houdini act she pulled,but her harness is gone. She gave me a casual “oh hi” as she made a beeline (in her trademark rushed mosey) toward the (empty! WHAT?!) foodbowl.
Now she’s doing her level best at keeping the couch from floating into space. I’m telling you, the 22 pound dog triples in weight when she’s sleeping.