This is how you Escape Your Leashed Life
Step 3: Convince the Food Lady that you should go swimming
Yeah, umm, TWoo? It’s not like you listen to me either.
I lost my temper with TWooie today. The GPS works very well, but it doesn’t actually physically STOP him from running away and after an hour plus out in the back fields, I was ready to go home. TWoo was not, so he gave me the slip. I spent half an hour tracking him through the swamp and when he finally came out the other end I was tired, wet and *pissed*. I dragged him back to the house with Tweed’s leash, cussed him out, tied him to the porch and left him outside.
It was totally uncalled for. I know he’s going to run when it’s time to go back home, so it’s my own fault for not leashing him up before he did.
That’s my girl. Next weekend she is running her first Masters Level trial! It’s very exciting.
Ahhh, this is fantastic.