SRSLY
My father got a cute pug pup from a friend of ours about a week or so ago. He is the cutest! Except his name...not sure how I feel about Wendell; makes me think of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. OMNOMNOM. So, he's home and being oh so adorable. We all love him. <3 Aww.
Well, SRSLY...he ran away yesterday! That little brat dug an inmate tunnel under our fence and our neighbors fence and ran for the hills! I bought him awesome bowls with black and white checkers designs on them, a high-end dog collar, lots of toys, a posh dog house in the highlands; what a jerk! Okay, I came home from uni and slumped down on the couch; exhausting day. My sisters, Jessie and Rachel, were hanging around the kitchen table. So, I asked if they had fed Wendell. They said that dad wanted me to do it. Well, I went out back, calling his name, making kissy sounds with my mouth, etc. He never responded. I got a bit louder with his name...nada. I ran back inside and asked where he was. I asked my dad if this was another sick joke they were playing on me. He didn't know what to say, I understand. Well, we went back outside to check again...and found his escape route. I mean, he wanted to get out; there is barely a 0.0580 meter inbetween our fences (metric, shush), and he stood between those and dug another tunnel. And we live near the city; there are big delivery trucks going to and fro, so we checked all the animal carcases along the stretch, but none were him. So, that was good. We don't know where he is. If anyone finds him...he's crafty. Like Danny Ocean crafty.
Well, SRSLY...he ran away yesterday! That little brat dug an inmate tunnel under our fence and our neighbors fence and ran for the hills! I bought him awesome bowls with black and white checkers designs on them, a high-end dog collar, lots of toys, a posh dog house in the highlands; what a jerk! Okay, I came home from uni and slumped down on the couch; exhausting day. My sisters, Jessie and Rachel, were hanging around the kitchen table. So, I asked if they had fed Wendell. They said that dad wanted me to do it. Well, I went out back, calling his name, making kissy sounds with my mouth, etc. He never responded. I got a bit louder with his name...nada. I ran back inside and asked where he was. I asked my dad if this was another sick joke they were playing on me. He didn't know what to say, I understand. Well, we went back outside to check again...and found his escape route. I mean, he wanted to get out; there is barely a 0.0580 meter inbetween our fences (metric, shush), and he stood between those and dug another tunnel. And we live near the city; there are big delivery trucks going to and fro, so we checked all the animal carcases along the stretch, but none were him. So, that was good. We don't know where he is. If anyone finds him...he's crafty. Like Danny Ocean crafty.