So my mom was telling me what actually happened to my dog.
I had a little dog that was a runner when I was 12.He has to be leashed or he would dart off and would not come back until about 3 to 4 days later.
One day I thought he got out so i went looking for him. I spent 5 hours looking for this dog. I spend weeks waiting for this dog to come back. I called pounds and shelters looking for my dog. I wanted this dog back...
I'm now 21 and my mom told me the dog didn't get out she took him several hours away and let him go in the corn. I'm pissed I loved that little dog. I spent weeks and hours looking for that dog because she kept telling me he would come back.
She actually had the nerve to say i'm overreacting with being upset about this because it happened several years ago and to get over it.