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one last thing before I put my slippers on and start cooking for the week ahead. The dog got out. He ran down the stairs and out the door into the garage. I took off in just my socks, Corey and Adam right behind. Bless him, Corey had the level head to close the door behind him so no more critters got loose.
Buddy was past the end of the driveway--out of sight--before I got out of the garage. Miraculously, he stayed on the sidewalk. I stopped hollering his name long enough to yell "Stop that beagle!" to anyone that might be in earshot. Lessons learned: 1) CLOSE THE DOOR AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS. 2) Buddy does not respond to his name when it does not suit him. 3) People on the street are very nice. They were ready to stop him.
He stopped to sniff the junipers in front of our condo and I got my hand in his collar. Adam carried him back into the garage and loaded him into the car for this afternoon's scheduled adventure. I don't want to think about what would have happened if he'd kept running. Into the park, up the hill, into the street. He could have gone anywhere. Oy.
Now that Buddy's out of the house for a few hours, the cats are chilling on the couch and I put down some food for them to graze. We're had to control it so tightly since Buddy moved in, leaving nothing out when he's on the loose. I'm enjoying some time truly to myself now that my heart rate has slowed back down.
Buddy was past the end of the driveway--out of sight--before I got out of the garage. Miraculously, he stayed on the sidewalk. I stopped hollering his name long enough to yell "Stop that beagle!" to anyone that might be in earshot. Lessons learned: 1) CLOSE THE DOOR AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS. 2) Buddy does not respond to his name when it does not suit him. 3) People on the street are very nice. They were ready to stop him.
He stopped to sniff the junipers in front of our condo and I got my hand in his collar. Adam carried him back into the garage and loaded him into the car for this afternoon's scheduled adventure. I don't want to think about what would have happened if he'd kept running. Into the park, up the hill, into the street. He could have gone anywhere. Oy.
Now that Buddy's out of the house for a few hours, the cats are chilling on the couch and I put down some food for them to graze. We're had to control it so tightly since Buddy moved in, leaving nothing out when he's on the loose. I'm enjoying some time truly to myself now that my heart rate has slowed back down.