We feared that we had lost Paddy today. He went out last night at 11:00 and refused to come in. Who could blame him? It was 60 degrees and he was tempted by the scents on the wind. He did not appear at our door this morning though I called for him repeatedly. Then the guys started working and made an awful racket as the cut out the old door frame and built a new one. Then a ferocious storm blew through and he still did not appear. I searched the woods, followed the creek, looked in and under the shed, checked all the trees. No Paddy.
In the afternoon, we had a painting party, and when we got home, he still wasn't there. Finally, at 6:00 I was out again calling for him and he crawled out from under the shed, soaking wet and covered in mud. He must have been terrified of the commotion and noise to endure those conditions.
Charlotte and Anna painting the 12th floor.
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