Sun, Jan 07th, 2007
We don’t have much problem with our dogs getting out of the yard – short of someone coming into the front yard, they have pretty much figured out their limits.
But today when we came back from a swim at our swimming hole, Angus was in the front yard!
Best as we can figure, the kids left the gate open when they went down to the car and we didn’t notice that he had already snuck out when we went down.
But I think he spent most of his time circling the yard thinking ‘how do I get back in?’ if the cobbler’s pegs stuck to his legs are anything to go by
The only other time he did that I was dressed to the nines on my way out to drop the kids at school and go on and see a client and here’s Angus, exploring a low area under the house. Fortunately one of the kids was big enough to go in and get him
He got out once when he was 6 months old and he was running all over the road we lived on – fortunately we were living in the country then too as we were running up and down trying to catch the little blighter. It would have been funny if it were someone else
Boy dogs – far too curious for their own good (I think Rosie is secretly a cat… She’s far too composed to something so uncouth as to take avantage of an open gate for a wander… unless perhaps there were a mouse or frog on the otherside to need chasing… )