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First, Logan had no idea how that rat of a dog could have gotten out. Second, he has no idea where she would have gone. He has been out and about looking for her trying to pick up her scent but each trail seems to end abruptly. He doesn’t understand it.
Is Mary Puppins really a Deadpool? Wade does call her Dogpool but Nicepool didn’t have any healing. What the hell?!
Logan was pulling on his hair as he tried to figure out where. With a heavy sigh, he headed back to the apartment and pulled out the laptop. He began searching for how to find a lost dog. When he saw the recommendation to check with the city or county animal control, he called. They didn’t have her but gave the guy her registration number just in case. Thank God.
Next, he looked up the animal shelters. “How many fucking animal shelters are around here? Fuck!”
There were many.
Wade was going to kill him for losing Mary. How the fuck she got out, he has no idea. He started calling the closest ones and out until he surprisingly found her!
“Oh, thank God. Thank you so much. I am on my way now!” He grabbed everything and headed out the door, forgetting to lock it.