So, last night after supper my brother and my boyfriend were outside on the front step having a smoke. The large dog was already outside on the rope, and the little dog was in the house crying because obviously what was going on outside was much more exciting than what was happening inside. So, against my normally good judgment, I figured I could let her outside with them on the step and between the two of them they could manage to keep her corralled on the step with them.
I was wrong. (You saw that coming)
My little, almost twelve year old, Terrier/Shih Tzu mix outwit the two of them and made her daring escape. My boyfriend, knowing what was good for him, immediately set off following her. Keep in mind, her little legs arent going to take her all that far at this stage in the game, but she was being wily nonetheless. He seemed to be just walking up and down the road within her vacinity, while she was romping about in the neighbor's yards. I put my shoes and jacket on and went outside and marched not far behind the dog, who was running as fast as her little legs would take her (which was not all that fast, but amusing to watch). It only took me two minutes to catch her when she was investigating a truck three houses up the road. Then I picked her up and carried her home.
It'll probably be her most exciting day this week, because not only did she get to go for a run, but both Karla and Corrine had stopped in during the afternoon to visit and get waxed (company is always cause for great excitement). As you can well imagine, she was exhausted by the time it was bedtime.
{Thursday, February 21}
Excitement is all about perspective.
