I was wide awake at 6:30 this morning and so was Lucy. We are watching our neighbor's dog Lady this weekend, but she won't stay anywhere but home, so Lucy and I headed over there to let her out. The three of us ambled through the complex: up the grassy hill, and down the stairs, and both dogs took the opportunity to relieve themselves.
I was swinging at least three pounds of poop in plastic bags and eager to offload it in the nearest trash can. Lady had other ideas, though. Her business done, she was ready to return home for breakfast, and when Lucy and I pivoted toward the pool, she put on the brakes, lowered her head, and slipped her collar.
What followed was a madcap chase through the community-- Lady dashing ahead and waiting until we were nearly there, then feinting left and breaking right to elude capture. I still had all that poop and after a quick detour to toss it in the trash, I turned around and Lady was gone.
Convinced she would meet me at her house, I descended the steps and rounded the corner only to find a deserted stoop. Exasperated, but not really worried, it was still before 7AM and we were the only ones about, I retraced my steps and circled around the other way. There she waited at the mailboxes, looking for all the world as if she could not believe it took us so long to get there. True to form, she trotted ahead, still avoiding collar and leash, leading us to her door.
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