Mystery on Beacon St.

Crime happens.

It sucks when things are stolen from apartments -- or so I'm told. Luckily (and knock on wood!), I've never lost anything from inside a place before... but as of today, I have been robbed. Well, Tequila has been, more acurately.

Every morning, the alarm goes off, we hit the snooze button, and some 15 to 30 minutes later we both reluctantly drag our heavy bodies out of the comfort of bed. Now that it's winter, we post-pone our walk until the evening... so I hook the Rose outside on her lovely red run and hop in the shower. It's the same run she uses for her last unsupervised outing of the day while I brush my teeth before bed.

Today, before bed, I went to hook her up and -- to our mutual shock & surprise -- there was no run with which to hook. We panicked -- searching the steps (where it's usually left), the dumpster (just feet away), the entire backyard, and even out front. But it was no where. It was gone. Somebody has stolen Tequila's red run.

But who would dare do such a thing?