Dark Night

Everynight before I go to bed, I always have to take Jazz. When I do, I usualy have to put her on a leash kinda thing and hold it as she does her thing. This time when I let her out, she walked in the other direction. I figured she would stay in the yard. She went pee then ran up to where our rope swing was. She likes to do her stuff up there. I think she did, but then she headed further in the woods. I called out to her, but she didnt come running. I could hear her paw steps slowly fating into the darkness. I sat out there for a few mintues. When she didn't return, I went inside and grabbed the treat box. I made noises with it, figuring she would come running for a treat. (But there was none in there) It was about 10:30 when I let her out, and was about 10:32 when Tobey wanted to come outside. I figured he wanted a treat since he heard it. I told him Jazz ran in the woods, and told him to "find her" He gave me a stare then put his nose to the deck and circled the chairs I was sitting in. "What are you doing?" I asked him. Tobey looked up at me and said, "Searching"
"Jazz is in the woods. Go up there and find her. Not the deck" He panted.
"You go find Jazz. I am searching for treats!"
I ignored his contenst begs and grabbed my laptop and started to finish my early blog. My brother let Tobey in and let Buster out. Buster stood in front my chair and looked at me. I opened the jar and poured the tiny crumbs and treat dust on the deck. He licked it up and gazed at me some more. He went over to a water dish and lapped up a few sips. He paced all around the deck. I was starting to get scared in slience. I could hear the rain drops falling off the trees and plopping on the dirt and grass. The bushes moving i nthe wind, and Buster annoying click-a-dee-clack nails on the deck and his laps from the bowls. It was 11:00 when I heard Jazzy's paws pounding against the ground. I looked up from my laptop and saw her pacing down the hill with something in her mouth. I knew right away, she was in someones trash. She always does that if she is let loose. At first, I thought it was eaten corn on the cob, but when she finally hopped on the deck, I grabbed her collar and gripped the thing. I thought she would let go of it, but she kepted it in her mouth. "Drop it" Still didnt let go. I was then tapping on her nose gently to make her let go. She finally did. I observed the thing. It looks like wheat high, but didnt really. I asked Jazz "Where have you been?" She looking at me with puppy eyes and a smile.
"No where"
"Yes you have. What is this?"
"I dont know" I grabbed her collar and tossed whatever it was in the yard. I brought her inside and told my brother I got her. I knew now to be safer with Jazzy.
Then I realized something........
Maybe thats why the said Not to let your greyhound off the leash?