Seeking Holden

It's pouring out, which I'm sure is doing great things for the 200 fliers I put out over the course of today.

I'm pretty upset about my dog. For so long, it's been just the two of us. And if this is all there is for the two of us, I'll regret so many things - not taking him on enough walks, not paying more attention to him, not being able to say goodbye. He's seven years old, and I've had him for six years, and I think he's lived a pretty good life for a dog, but all I can think about now is his eyes when I leave to go to one of my jobs or errands.

I'm not giving up hope yet, but the thought of him being out all night in the rain last night, and again tonight with the rain and the fireworks, is really upsetting me. This is certainly the absolute worst day of the year for my dog to run away.

I was supposed to head down to Federal Hill tonight to watch the fireworks, but I don't think I can muster either the energy (I must have walked eight miles today, weaving in and out of alleys and side-streets, putting up fliers) or the good spirits to attend. Especially in the rain.

The shelters are closed today. If he's not in one of them tomorrow morning, I'm not sure what I'll do.