My sister had her own pup mystery for a few weeks many years ago. She kept waking up each morning with the neighbor's chihuahua in her bed, no idea how he got there. She finally discovered that this dog had figured out how to scale the four-foot stone wall between his backyard and hers, nose open the doggy door, scale the vertical-bar baby gate between the kitchen and the rest of the house, and nuzzle into her bed. No matter what she tried, that dog insisted on waking up at her house. Before long, my sister and her neighbors agreed - the dog had chosen his owner, and it was my sister.
Ahhh that would stress me out so much! My little guy Sammy was similar, but he was always on the hunt for a dog he could make friends with. So when he did run away, the trick was drive around until I found the nearest dog on a walk. Sammy was invariably there.
Good trick! Shadow wouldn’t let me within five feet when he was on the run, but he’d hop right into an car with an open door. The kindness of strangers …
I love love love that you are writing pieces for the newspaper. I have decided to highlight creatives and their relationships with their pets. Go us!
That's awesome. Thank you for introducing yourself and your focus on pets. I look forward to reading what comes from within.
That pic of Mr Big in the aviation goggles ❤️😍
Right?! His eyes say a million things without committing to one!
Mister Big was absolutely delighted to be included in this fabulous post. Thank you!!
You have a way with words! Thank you for the fun contribution.
My sister had her own pup mystery for a few weeks many years ago. She kept waking up each morning with the neighbor's chihuahua in her bed, no idea how he got there. She finally discovered that this dog had figured out how to scale the four-foot stone wall between his backyard and hers, nose open the doggy door, scale the vertical-bar baby gate between the kitchen and the rest of the house, and nuzzle into her bed. No matter what she tried, that dog insisted on waking up at her house. Before long, my sister and her neighbors agreed - the dog had chosen his owner, and it was my sister.
This is a fun column! Thanks for including Shadow. Honestly, to this day I have no idea how he did that.
I am so intrigued! I wish I knew how he did it!
Running away was his favorite sport. I became neurotically hyper vigilant.
Ahhh that would stress me out so much! My little guy Sammy was similar, but he was always on the hunt for a dog he could make friends with. So when he did run away, the trick was drive around until I found the nearest dog on a walk. Sammy was invariably there.
Good trick! Shadow wouldn’t let me within five feet when he was on the run, but he’d hop right into an car with an open door. The kindness of strangers …
Oh noooo! Shadow, don't get into cars with strangers!!