Why Can't We Just Catch A Break?

There's that old saying, "When It Rains, It Pours." That pretty much sums up our life right now. It seems like Dave and I can't catch a break to save our lives.
With everything going on lately, we set aside a chunk of time last night to just be together...we wanted to do something fun, so we decided to go to the Tri-Way Drive In down in Plymouth. Shortly before we were ready to take off, I let Reese out to go potty.
Let me break and back up a bit here...Reese is our approximately 9 month old Dachsund. We got her in March. She has a very strong bond with Dave...she very clearly was the male's dog from the family we got her from. Reese has put quite the challenge upon us lately, she has managed to find every teeny tiny hole in our back fence that she has been able to wiggle through. Right now, we have 6 extra pieces of fence put up along our existing fence, 2 places of chicken wire stuff that blocks off our shed and behind it, because that was her favorite place to escape and lots of rocks and bricks shoved under the fence to avoid her escape tactics. We have been feeling quite successful, as we have had 2 straight days of not running away. Even when she ran away, she would come back in about 20 minutes, waiting for us at the back door.
Well last night when we were outside, I was reading a note that my principal sent in the mail and looked up in time to see her tail just make it through the smallest-never-should-have-been-able-to-fit-through-hole in the fence. I immediately began the search. Dave came out to help and we yelled, and yelled, and yelled and yelled...to no avail. We searched and searched but could not find her anywhere.
We had a decision to make, go to the movie and trust she would come home, or skip the movie and keep yelling and searching. We BOTH agreed that she had always come home before, she would again and we had searched for about 40 minutes already. We went out the neighboorhood the backwards way, still hoping to catch a glimpse of her from the car. Nothing.
We went to the movie. We had a great time. We saw Step Brothers and Hancock. Getting ready to leave at 1:30 and the car was so dead it wouldn't even turn over. They assured us that leaving the key on just far enough to play the radio for sound does NOT drain the battery...I think maybe they lied. It was so late, it was so cold and the car was so dead. It took Dave and one of the workers about 15 minutes to get enough juice to it to start it up. Finally on our way home, we were anxious to see if Reese was waiting for us.
We again went the long way so we could do one more check. We found her. She was directly outside the hole she had managed to get out of. Unfortunatley, she never made it back in. She had been hit by a car and was dead on the side of the road.
2:30 am last night was when we buried our dog. This sux. Why can't we just get a break!?!