Here's how it went a few days ago:
Here we are, heading down our street. No sign of them here, but it's fairly easy to tell where "Sir Marksalot" has been. Woo.
No redheads sighted as we headed down the cross-street either, so we turned toward the park. As we neared the crest of the hill, we thought we saw something!
There! Striking a pose on that chunk of limestone! "Storm! Who is that? Nanette of the Mid-West?"
Woo. Who is that beautiful Siberian over there?
We're always able to find them. And I'm sure it has nothing to do with Dad telling Mom which route they're taking - it's 'cuz of our great detective skills!
PS: Arwen: Did Stormy tell you I am available to be your Lab assistant!??! But I'm not a Lab, you know. Honest!