Dawn is in the shed!!!!

Dawn

An alarm jolted Mason and I awake at 3 this morning, pitch black sky, 24 degrees, no stars. While the coffee brewed, I swiped hunter’s earthy wipes over Mace’s clothes to disguise his scent so that he could sneak undetected behind the shed on Smith Street, shut the door, and trap Dawn inside. Yesterday, we had confirmed with neighbors that she was sleeping with the pups in the shed.

I dropped Mace off a block away, circling slowly, heart pounding like a jackhammer, completely aware this was the best chance we had of catching her.

My phone rang minutes later. I prepared myself for failure.

“I got her,” Mace said.

“What?!!!!!!”

“She’s in there,” he repeated. “I bolted the door.”

I’m not going to lie: I had to fight back tears.

We’re going back at daybreak and try to collar her. Wish us luck…

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Update: 6:10 AM: Bernice just texted: “Dawn aint in the shed. She on my porch.”

I don’t know what to say.