I went down the deck to get my dog inside from “doing her business.” But when I came down, the dog I saw looked like our previous dog except that she was taller and had the same amount of fur. I turned around and discovered that the fence was cut horizontally and that only the top half remained. I walked through the fence and sure enough, I saw my dog trying to make a run for it. I chased her so far up north that I somehow ended up at the U.S.-Canada border. I went “seriously?!” and turned around. As I ran away, a couple of mounties walked right past me and said “good day” so I said “good day” back to them and that’s when I realized that they were the police and that could help me. So I began describing my dog to one of the mounties and he tried to handcuff me to a pole. I don’t know if this was because he thought I was crazy, or if this was his way of telling me to stay put while they looked for my dog. Suddenly, I saw my dog running towards an airport, so the mountie and I raced towards her and we caught her in the area you go in before you enter the airport. We wrestled with her as everyone in the airport was staring at us and I thanked the mountie for his help. My dog already had her harness attached to her and was struggling to get it on her and that’s when I woke up.