Reason #4632 why a Basset Hound is a tough pet to have

Today I have the stomach flu. The stomach flu is bad enough but I feel that after throwing up during the entirety of 2 pregnancies I have paid my vomiting dues. I am at home, feeling pretty lousy with 2 boys, one 5 years and one 7 months to care for. They are being great, dont get me wrong, but really, its the stomach flu. How good can your day be.
To add insult to injury I have a basset hound who every year when we get our first big dump of snow gets wanderlust. I dont know why because she actually hates the snow. I think she actually realizes that shes about to get sedentary and needs one last adventure before she settles into partial hibernation for the winter. I just wish she didnt do it on flu day.
I was downstairs after lunch trying to stay relatively still so as not to poke the dragon, so to speak, when I got a phone call from the lovely lady who works at the office of the Church. Our dog was loose. NOw, our town is not that big but for her to know first hand about our dog being loose would require the Basset to roam on very short legs for about 2 miles. Sheès not a sprinter by any means. This is how the chain of dog loose information came about.
A friend of ours from church works at the school across the street from our house. Her daughter also attends the school and it was the daughter who told the mother who phoned the church to try and let my husband, who works there, know that our lovely and wonderful dog was wandering the schoolyard. ClearÉ Well, my husband was in a meeting so I was next in line for the dog call. So, having the stomach flu and good looks and wardrobe that go with a sick day, I bundled up the 2 kids (snow day, remember) and plopped them into the truck. With Wiggles Christmas album playing in the background and the backseat soundtrack of ènope, not there, thatès not her, not there either, we began our search. I spent about half an hour driving around the highschool like a stalker in a white van pulling over to ask teens if theyèd seen a basset hound. After explaining what a basset hound was, I finally got the information that as rumor had it, there was a dog running loose in the school. Wonderful. I went home to phone the school office, not feeling inclined to wander the halls, sick with two kids in tow (who were having a wonderful time, by the way). As I ran up to the door our wonderful wonderful neighbor pulled up in her van. She had found the hound! But where was she, you ask. Where had this wonderful creature of Gods creation found herself. In the Post Office. Our neighbor works at the post office and when she went in after lunch there was this dog trotting towards her with joyous recognition. After telling the people who worked there that we did in fact love our dog but that she followed her nose and wandered she was gracious enough to drive her to our house. I am grateful to the kind people of the Canada Postal Service for somehow having dog biscuits on hand (which, when you think of it, actually makes a lot of sense) and caring for my wayward animal.
So. To recap, the flu, snow day, lost dog, grumbling search drive, Wiggles Christmas song entitled Captain Featherswords Christmas Pants, thrilled 5 year old and dog who is in her sin bin for the rest of the day.
P. S. Please excuse any punctuation issues regarding lack of appropriate question marks and conjunctions. We reformatted our computer and now it only types Canadian French. If anyone knows how to fix this, please let me know.