My house has a well-fenced back yard that has been Willie the Labradoodle's playground during the four years I've been his human. and suddenly, he has become a little escape artist.
A couple of times in the past, he's gotten out and roamed around Crestwood, but he always returned to the call of the food dish.
Then the other day, I got a call from a lady saying she had my dog. And she lived, not only four blocks away, but on the other side of 16th Street, one of the city's busiest traffic corridors.
He'd lnly been out for 15 minutes, and I had no idea he had gone.
When I went to pick him up, his rescuer told me that she had been at a flea market at one of the churches in 16th. She saw him standing at the corner curb with cars whizzing by. Then the light turned green and he crossed the street with the light!
Then, a couple of days later, a friend let him out back and watched him scoot toward a little indentation under the gate. Just like that! Here the picture he took with his cell phone of the ride home after the big chase!
I think we've plugged his escape route with sand bags. And I'm now sitting on the back verandah with my computer to keep an eye on him.
And you know? I've been thinking about what a bore it has to be for a dog to have a human companion who is a Type-A real estate broker.
Sorry, Willie! I'll do better!