“I haven’t seen Otis all weekend,” she said. She seemed pretty unsettled.
Otis (the “first greeter”) was always excited to see everyone on their arrival. Now Mom was telling us he’d been gone all weekend? It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for him to take off for several hours but never several days, so we all headed out to find him.
I took off on foot, then decided that the car would be faster. I drove around the property, calling as loud as I could. I kept hoping Otis would come bounding and barking from behind a corner of somewhere.
I made another pass down the driveway, keeping my eyes on the underbrush. There it was—that golden head popping up in the brush. I slammed on the brakes, jumped out of the car, and ran toward him.