donna723
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But not exactly on purpose and I really hope they were all sleeping in!
I had just gotten up, hadn't even sipped my coffee yet, and I opened the front door to put Freebie on her tie out so she could potty. I had just let Trace out of his crate and ordinarily, if I open the door, I just tell him to "Sit" and he sits right down where he is and doesn't go near the door. Not this morning! He zipped right through my feet and before I knew it, he had run across the street and was frolicking through the church parking lot. I followed him, in hot pursuit, wearing my ratty old blue bathrobe and fuzzy slippers! He thought it was a game and as soon as I'd get close to him he'd dart off again, the little booger! He didn't make it easy either. He was running through ditches and cutting through people's back yard, having a wonderful time, with me right behind him! I followed him for TWO BLOCKS before I finally got him cornered by the back stairs in the yard of a total stranger! It was like he suddenly came to his senses and he just sat down and looked guilty and embarassed, waiting for me to pick him up. I finally got him but because I hadn't had time to grab a leash, I had to carry his chunky little butt all the way home - and he's put on four good solid pounds in the short time I've had him. Got him home and he was very contrite and apologetic. Then he tried it AGAIN ... but I'm on to him now. He wasn't trying to run away, he was just having a big adventure and wasn't ready to stop yet. Scared me silly though!
So if you hear stories about a deranged looking wild-haired 64 year old woman running through town in an old blue bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, leaping over ditches and foraging through people's back yards ... that WASN"T me! Yeah, it was someone else who just happens to look just like me ... with a dog just like mine! That's it!
I had just gotten up, hadn't even sipped my coffee yet, and I opened the front door to put Freebie on her tie out so she could potty. I had just let Trace out of his crate and ordinarily, if I open the door, I just tell him to "Sit" and he sits right down where he is and doesn't go near the door. Not this morning! He zipped right through my feet and before I knew it, he had run across the street and was frolicking through the church parking lot. I followed him, in hot pursuit, wearing my ratty old blue bathrobe and fuzzy slippers! He thought it was a game and as soon as I'd get close to him he'd dart off again, the little booger! He didn't make it easy either. He was running through ditches and cutting through people's back yard, having a wonderful time, with me right behind him! I followed him for TWO BLOCKS before I finally got him cornered by the back stairs in the yard of a total stranger! It was like he suddenly came to his senses and he just sat down and looked guilty and embarassed, waiting for me to pick him up. I finally got him but because I hadn't had time to grab a leash, I had to carry his chunky little butt all the way home - and he's put on four good solid pounds in the short time I've had him. Got him home and he was very contrite and apologetic. Then he tried it AGAIN ... but I'm on to him now. He wasn't trying to run away, he was just having a big adventure and wasn't ready to stop yet. Scared me silly though!
So if you hear stories about a deranged looking wild-haired 64 year old woman running through town in an old blue bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, leaping over ditches and foraging through people's back yards ... that WASN"T me! Yeah, it was someone else who just happens to look just like me ... with a dog just like mine! That's it!
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