if there's one thing she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

We have spent the last two hours driving and walking within a mile around our neighborhood looking for a scared and malnourished dog who is terrified of us. I have seen her twice, gotten within five feet of her, and she turns around and bolts. She is clearly realizing that our house is the only slightly familar place she has to go, and hey, we have food too. Yet Mom is obsessed with searcing up and down the neighborhood constantly looking for her. She's been miserable, depressed, and crying, as if her one-day-old newborn baby leapt up and ran away. I just... don't... bloody... well... get it. So consider this a break before she gets it in her head to start searching again.

Meantime, I have Smokey Sammy Davis Jr. to sooth me. God-DAMN this guy is great.