The boy dog is a runner. He’s not only a runner, he’s a jumper. So if you fence him in, he’s going to jump. Then run.
It’s a great game of bait and chase. The humans doing all the baiting and chasing, of course. The dog’s just living his best life.
Luckily we live in a dog-loving neighborhood.
Except for the one a few doors down who sits on her front step smoking her heater and telling us we need to keep our dog on a leash. Princess Obvious. But I digress.
We’ve met more neighbors chasing our escapee (for better or worse) than any other method. On one particular day, it just so happened that the boy dog lost his tag with the contact numbers engraved on it. Actually, I’m pretty sure he planned the whole thing.
As is usually the case, a caring neighbor lured him in with a tasty treat. His internet-savvy captors then posted his mug shot on Facebook.
We did finally see the post, but not before several friends and family called to ask if it was him. And I have to be honest . . . . trained and well behaved? . . . we weren’t exactly sure.
“I was framed.”
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Thank you so much for this post. I’ve been giggling all the way through it. Oh, how I’ve missed your slant on things. He’s adorable.
I’ve just found my comments! I forgot this theme doesn’t show them on the blog page. I might consider changing themes because of it. I like the comments!
Well now I see they are here. I’m still getting used to the blog again! LOL!
Yay!!! I get it. I’ve been trying to figure out how you get that envelope for your comments. I love it. The tech part of blogging is the hard part. It’s a whole learning process and then as soon as you have it down pat, they change everything. Sigh.