Today, I came home from the library, and my son is gone (not surprising, I really didn't expect him to be home. He spends very little awake time at home), and the front door behind the glass open, his pillow and sheet on the sofa (where he's been sleeping lately cause his room heats up) instead of the cover I have to protect it from the dogs sitting on it, none of his chores done, and one of my dogs is missing. Hunter's an escape artist. She is notorious for finding holes under the fence where no one suspects them....