Today I got home from work to find the gate open, the cat looking at me from under the other car and a bag of Diet Dew in the gravel. No dog, no husband. . . no leash missing from the pegs by the door. Well this can only mean Bacca opted to run off after something. From the title you can guess what it was.
I come back out from turning on my computer and double checking the upstairs and there comes Bacca trotting happy as can be back home. . . well that’s not quite what I was expecting. The human part of the party was missing. So I ask Bacca, “Where’s Grant?!” and Bacca tears up the alley and over the hill before I can blink. O…kay….
A few minutes later after I huff up the alley and along the base of the hill I see Grant and Bacca coming down.
Bacca lept into the car while Grant got his sodas out thinking, “OOoooooo CAR RIDE!!” but was disappointed when Grant got him back out. Apparently he saw a deer and took off running up and over the hill. Lovely beast, really.
So now I need to change my clothes and go for a little jog myself. I say little because my running endurance is pooptacular and my knees aren’t very strong (patella tendinitis does this to you). So I must away before it gets too late and my Uncle arrives to a locked up house and has to hang out in the yard waiting for one of us to arrive home.
I love my dog, and I glad he didn’t do this in the middle of town with cars and traffic and such. Sometimes not living in a massive city is a glorious thing.