She's big, she's clumsy, she's annoying, and she farts a lot, but Shillelagh's home. 

We have no idea where she slept Wednesday night.  She ended up being found almost a mile away by a family who saw her hanging out in their yard.  So thank goodness she wasn't stolen.  I was convinced because she is a very, very, very friendly dog.  It baffles me that she went all day, all night, and most of Thursday without running up to anyone who would notice her tag with her name, address, and phone number on it.  Also I noticed on Petfinder that someone a block away from us on the same street had lost a dog the day before Shillelagh went missing. 

Thanks to everyone who had kind words to say on this.  It really helped a lot!  I've been a ball of stress due to a lot of things lately and this whole situation was the cherry on top of my **** sundae.

Now Husband wants to keep her again.  I still think she's not the right dog for us and I still feel guilty about that.  Only now it's like super guilt because of losing her.  She was very quiet and subdued yesterday for a change and that was nice, but I'm sure she was just tired and hungry from her ordeal.

So I'm thankful for what we have but at the same time I want it to go away.  It's a weird place to be.  Life is complicated.