Pet-Sit Panics

My mother owned a female Pug She loved as though she were her child. She was a perfect pet for Mom, With disposition sweet and mild. All of Mitzies pups were purebreds. They brought good money when they sold. Her sweet Pug was a great companion And truly worth her weight in gold. Mother had an older sister Living several states away. She wanted to go visit with her And it would be a two week stay. She asked if we would care for Mitzie. I told her that of course we would. We wanted her to have her visit And would do anything we could. Mitzie wasn't any trouble. She minded better than the kids. She knew her boundaries very well. Avoided all of the forbids. One day she wanted to go out And someone let her out the door With the thought she would come right back As she had done all times before. None of us saw that dog again, Although we searched out little town. The daughter who had let her out Cried tears until we feared she'd drown. We waited until Mom was home With this sad tale we had to tell. When she saw how penitent we were My mama took it rather well. We think some stranger chancing by Absconded with this precious pet And though it happened years ago It is an unsolved mystery yet. For Sharon Tideswell's contest