Don'tLiveonMoon
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One of my favorite memories of Sandy is one I actually didn't experience. I had gone to Washington, D.C. for a weekend school trip to the Holocaust museum. On Saturday, my folks went to the hardware store and left Sandy at home. They locked the back door but apparently didn't bolt it down to the floor. When they got home, the back door was open and Sandy was nowhere to be found. A couple minutes later they got a phone call from my grandma. "Are you missing someone?" she asked. Turns out Sandy had unlocked the back door and wandered down to my grandma's house, about a mile away and requiring her to cross a busy street. I'd walked her there many times before, and I guess she was looking for me or the family or just wanted to pay Grandma a visit! Anyway, she got to Grandma's and scratched on the door, and Grandma was quite surprised but let her in and I suppose gave her a bowl of water. She told me about it when I got back from my trip.
Erin
Erin