For three days poor Misty did not eat or sleep.  She sat in the exact same spot, staring at the last place she ever saw her upright.  She could not forget the sound of the car that drove her away. She had watched her upright leave a thousand times before, but Misty always knew she'd be back.  This time was different, but she couldn't understand why.  "If I don't eat or sleep, she'll know I need her and she'll come back," thought Misty. "I will do whatever it takes." Her plan did not work.  No matter how many days she survived without food or sleep, no upright came for her.

Misty tried to go outside but all she could do was stare at the driveway where her upright left. Well, actually, that's not all she could do.  When no one else was watching, Misty was hatching an escape plan. "If my upright can't get to me," she thought, "I will get to my upright."

Misty took a deep breath.  "It's only wood, how bad can it taste?"  Ignoring the splinters on her tongue, she took a giant bite of the fence, and gnawed and gnawed when no one was looking.  "Nothing can stop true love," thought Misty.

Henry and Patrick discovered Misty's damage while doing a routine inspection of the yard perimeter. "Misty, did you do this?" asked Henry. "Do what?" said Misty, wiping the cedar wood off her snout.

"Did  you eat this fence?" asked Henry. Misty didn't know what to say. "We would have given you REAL kibble if you would eat," said Patrick O'Malley. "Misty didn't eat the fence because she was hungry," said Henry.  "Misty is trying to leave us."

"I'm really sorry about your fence, Henry," said Misty. "It's just that I'm certain something must really be wrong for my upright to have left me here.  I must get to her right away." "You are not a prisoner here Misty," said Henry. "But when we leave here, we use the doors.  We'll show you where they are, but we hope you will consider staying with us until you understand your situation better.  I think it might be a good time for you to talk with Wiggle."