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I was cleaning , in and out of the house, somehow he got out. Was missing from 8:30 til 1. I was frantic. Bawling like a baby, I heard a knock knock on my door. A police officer was there, he had poor little bub in the squad car! Bubbys Big Adventure, about gave me a heart attack!
I left the gate unlatched a few weeks ago and Mr. Opportunist decided to psuh it open and take himself for a walk -- literally. I noticed within a few minutes that he was gone, hopped in my car and starting driving the route we normally walk. He was a couple of blocks down the street, trotting along on the sidewalk, taking the exact route we normally take when we take our daily constitutional. I pulled up next to him and opened the back door and he hopped right in. It was blazing hot and I think his little black and tan self was getting a little hot and he was grateful for the ride home. I was in near panic state when I realized that he was gone and once he was home safe and sound and I had offered many, many thanks to St. Francis, I received a well-deserved lecture from my loving partner about locking the gate.
AKA Houdini. He used to practice being an escape artist but when I'd spot him in the neighborhood and open the car door, he'd ignore me and move on. He was willing to go home, but on his own terms.
was a constant occurrence for the 13 years we lived next to a major thoroughfare with two bad doxies (Katie and Ethel) whose goal in life was to run out past you when you opened the carport door to leave. How many times did they run out when I was trying to get out with a baby in my arms as well as purse, diaper bag and various and sundry other items. I'd put the kid in the car seat and comb the neighborhood with the windows down calling their names. When I'd come upon them, I'd stop and open the van door and act like they were going to get to go on a ride so they would run over and jump in. I swear, they were worse than either of my children! Now we live outside the city limits on a three acre lot and when Sissy and Madison escape, they run around a bit and eventually come back in pretty short order.
This message has been edited by Inquiring_Minds on Oct 6, 2007 9:03 PM
I was looking at his handsome picture just last night - he resembles Ming, a dog in our family long ago. I am so glad to hear you had a happy ending. He must have had a collar and tags. I hope the policeman gave him a lecture and threatened to take him to the pound!
I have helped multiple dogs find their way home when they had ID on their tags that was easily traceable. Dougan carries more identification with him than I do, plus he's microchipped.
When Towanda!, Engineer, and their furchildren Earl and Juno were sheltering at our home after Rita, I went to Petsmart and had tags made for Earl and Juno that listed local Tulsa numbers so they would have local ID in case of great escapes.
I am a dog magnet and I try to return any dog I see running loose, but when they have no tags, I don't bother anymore. I only make exceptions when the dogs feel damp or smell of fresh shampoo. That means they escaped before they dried from a bath and the owners will be looking shortly. That's happened to me twice. I think neighbors thought I was weird sniffing the lost dogs for traces of shampoo. As if they thought differently before.
I had a Lhasa Apso many years ago whose nickname was Marco Pooch-O. He was a classic escape artist and disappeared one time for almost five weeks! We visited the pound regularly but never saw him. Then, one morning at 5:00, our regular morning bath and tissue-tearing time, he showed up at the front door, looking as clean and well fed as the day he left!
Bubby should be ashamed of himself for scaring you so much - but you will give him even more love tonight to show him why he needs to stay home!
Whenever I utter the word "exercise" I will rinse my mouth with chocolate!
Apparently she was climber or a jumper who could scale our fence but we never caught her in the act. The very worst occurred on the coldest day (and night) of one winter several years ago. She wandered down to Airline Highway where some kind souls who worked at a company there coaxed here away from the road and into their building. She spent the night there, all cozy and warm (we were frantic). In the morning they tracked us down and I picked her up minutes later. Thank Gawd for good people.
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