#BensonUpdate
Today was an adventure.
I had a bag of weekend trash to take down so I let Benson run down to the front gate by himself while I took a quick detour to the trash bin.
Benson's jingling collar tags told me where he was by the front gate and I smiled at his excitement.
I was halfway down the back stairs when I heard someone start their car and open the garage gate. Oh shit. I heard Benson's jingle run to the garage. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
And then I didn't hear his jingle. Fuck!
I threw the trash into the bin, ran through the now closed garage (no Benson) to the front gate. No Benson.
In the front of the apartment, up and down the block. No Benson.
Fuuuuuck.
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