Random Astros Stuffs/Sheer Heart Attack

The bar was pretty dead tonight (YEA!!, Rockets!) , so I clocked out and sat with some "regulars" (we've only been open a week) and they recognize a friend, call him over and talk turns to Astros . My coworker mentions that I'm somewhat fanatical about the Astros. And Guy says; "Oh, I know a Puma! Maybe I can talk to him." I say, "Really? Could you? Who do you know?" He says Bubba. I looooooove Bubba! For those of you keeping score at home: Bubba is the "head puma" and all-around-awesome guy. I had actually been sending him "Woohoo!" texts all night while I was watching the Rockets' game... which I'm sure annoyed the shit out of him.

So, I finally tell Guy that I know Bubba, and in fact have been known to (proudly) 'Puma Suit up' on occasion myself. Guy and I call (bug) Bubba (again!) to let him know how famous he is AND that he's bringing strangers together... haa

So, that was the randomness... on to the heart attack:

I get home and free Auggles from out of the bathroom... she runs outside to pee-pee, I feed her again and go to change into my pjs. As I'm walking away, Auggles picks up my cell phone off of the couch and hauls ass out the back door. F..ks! I yell NOOO at her, and I thought she dropped my cell phone, but I had to pee-pee myself, so I honestly wasn't paying attention.

She's usually pretty good about coming when I call her, so after my pee-pee I continue into the bedroom to change clothes and sporadically call her. I really don't think much about it, she doesn't have her collar on, so there is no jingles and I have the bedroom door closed...

After I have changed into my (brother's) old Jr High track sweat pants and a wife beater, I walk back out to the living room and call Auggie. No response.

Skip ahead mins 20 mins- I'm in tears... can't find my Auggie!

The side gate is open and she's not responding when I call, which is totally atypical of her, she's a titty-baby. Usually at my feet 24/7. If she goes to play in the backyard and I call her she comes right away. I am FREAKING OUT. (Add to this that RhoJo's doggie just died; so I'm extra sensitive)

I remember that she ran off with my phone... maybe someone is online and they can call my phone (assuming she still has the phone...)

I have two friends in the green on the FB: Bubba and Robbey (whom I haven't seen since HS). I frantically type to both of them asking if they are still actually awake. Robbey is, Bubba is not (or is still annoyed with me for bothering him all night)

Robbey responds and repeatedly calls my cell phone like a champ and leaves voicemails because that ringtone is louder that the call tone until I FINALLY track down my BAD little girl three streets over with my damn cell phone in her mouth! I had to carry Ms Aug back home and she alternated between being scared and cowering and trying to escape again and scratched the shit out of my chest and stomach.

So... apologies to all the neighbors that I'm positive I woke up screaming (and crying) "AUUUUUUUUUUUGIEEE!". Apologises to Bubba for bothering him all night. THANK YOU ten million- billion-zillion times to Robbey for hanging up on an important call to help me and my baybeh. And most importantly: apologies to Jeff for missing his call :( because renegade Auggles had my phone and I missed it. (maybe that's revenge for calling her dumpster puppy? haha)