This morning I spent more than 30 minutes chasing the maniac dog through the neighborhood. I did not realize her battery had expired on her wireless fence system. Of course, this is her favorite game and I am reminded that I am not the boss of her; I'm a litter mate.
Then, I chased down some information for a client.
Phone calls were made and documents were sent to chase down some closure on the Belle's paperwork.
Yesterday the husband and I visited Hangdog in the Home. I chased down his clean laundry and put it away.
Lots of conversations involve describing a situation to my mother. And vice versa. Often, we will ask each other, "Is that the right word?" If we don't know, we chase it down.
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