pstlyfdiva's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yappie, escape artist extraordinaire Do I have a sign over my head that reads: “If you can create chaos in my life, please do”? (First, once again -- I couldn't sleep until about 3am, then woke at least hourly) Oil was being delivered to the house today. C ordered it on Thursday and requested a call before delivery, so Yappie (our foster German Shepard/Basset Hound mix -- you figure out that “breeding session”) wouldn't escape. I confirmed the call on Friday. I had a sinking feeling that this was not going to be heeded, so I left a note on the fence. Lo and behold I get a call from the delivery guy; he is at the house and didn't know he was to call. I race home. Get there in 5 minutes (I may have broken some sort of suburban land speed record on my way). I get Yappie by the collar and get him on the side porch. He twists away from me and gets in the yard. I don't want to make any sudden moves, to startle him and case him to make a run for the small opening in the fence. I slowly start to ease towards him. POW! He makes a run for it. Somehow he manages to wedge his 75+ lb body through the 4” space in the fence. He runs. Then he teases me, stopping across the street from the house to mark a tree. I approach and call his name, he runs again. Down the street. Across a VERY busy thoroughfare. Down a HUGE hill into the park, then back up the other side of the hill. He ran, and he ran, and he ran. Finally he stopped to mark something. I nabbed the little booger there. Being the female MacGyver I repurposed my silk scarf into a leash for the escape artist. Mister dog was not going to fool me twice into thinking I could hold him by the collar.
10:33 a.m. - 2006-01-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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