Clouds.

August 8, Saline.

This morning Casey and Natalie were still there when I stepped out, when they're usually the first ones to leave. Their mutt had run away before they drove off and was nowhere to be found. They let her roam around free most of the time and until now she's always come back.
We waited a while then left. It would break my heart if they didn't find her.
It's stormy today.