Turns out the dog's name was Minnie and she'd wandered about a mile from her family. To tell you the truth I'm glad we were able to get them back together. Minnie was a sweetie but she was also a digger and a door/gate scratcher. I have nose and paw prints everywhere. Plus she was an inside dog and I'm not an inside dog kinda gal.
This morning I was off to get my lashes, erm, relashified, when Ellie moaned from the back seat, I don't feel so well. And since she had been playing at being sick the past few days (because it is fun to have yermom wait on you hand and foot, dontcha know?), I didn't really believe her. And if there is one thing I've learned (now) it is that when a 5 year old tells you their tummy is gonna 'frow up, you should listen. Especially when you are hurtling along at 70 mph on the freeway and that child is sitting directly behind you.
Note to self: move car seat to other side of car.
Further note to self: stock the glove box with ziplocs
Further further note to self: the handi-wipes do you no good AT HOME, ON THE COUNTER