Marko and Sam, the pointer brothers, got out of the yard this morning. I realized it as soon as I stepped out of the shower and saw they hadn't come in from outside. They're both total couch potatoes in the morning and never spend more than about two minutes in the yard. I think someone let them out; a gate I never use was standing open. Time to get a padlock.
So I spent 45 minutes wandering the neighborhood with wet hair. Next time I will put a hat on, because I about froze to death. I finally found the boys four blocks down. A nice couple had corralled them in their yard. They said they actually thought Sam was their own German shorthair, so they called him in and were quite surprised when a vizsla accompanied him. Tonight the boys are exhausted from their big adventure.
Willow was cheerful and willing tonight. I think we've gotten past the crankiness, at least for a little while.
3 comments:
Glad the dogs got back OK. I am lucky to have dogs that I couldn't lose if I tried. If they are outdoors without a human they just stare at the door until someone appears to play fetch with them. They are very single minded.
Chuckleheads indeed. I'm happy that you found them so quickly -- I'm sure you heard about the recent crisis when Terence & Sabrina's new dog ran off.
SO glad you found the boys!!
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