Tito Desnudo

Tito has two favorite places: the porch railing and OUTSIDE. I let him out when I go to the gym in the morning for an hour. I walk home, whistle, and he appears from under a bush and we jaunt back upstairs. Wednesday morning I called him and I didn't hear his tinker tinker collar bell announcing his return. Yet he was weaving in and out of my legs, anxious to get up to his shrimp and Chinese noodle wet food. Face covered in dirt and grass, Tito has lost his collar. He must have lost it while digging tunnels to China (oh no, wait! We are already in China!) No collar, no id, no bell, NO MORE outside. He is sad.