The Dogs Ate My Homework . . .

This is a mugshot of culprit #1 . . .

chevy2He is a hundred pound Husky-Malamute, usually wearing black and white and a big smile. That is NOT a halo over his head. He goes (not comes) by the name, Chevy.

His accomplice, the famous Teddy of flower-sniffing fame, is a full breed Husky with big blue eyes . . . he’s the very picture of innocence, but don’t be fooled.

teddyblueeyesThe crime . . .

It’s Monday night, 10:30, and I am tired but still going to sit down to do a short post.

All of a sudden, I hear a big “Oh No!” from Mark who has gone out to get the kids from their final potty party in the “Serengeti”, our gigantic 3000 square foot dog run (yes, they do have more square footage than we have in the house).

The only dog he had found out there was this one . . .

skycloseupA Husky tart who goes by the name of Sky, but is also known as Twisted Sister . . .

twistedsisterAt least Sky does not run away.

The other two were long gone – leaving just a little hole they had dug under the coyote fence as a clue.

Huskies are well known for being escape artists and for having a wanderlust.

This has happened before, and Mark and I knew what we were in for . . . hours of driving the streets of our neighborhood without finding the wandering duo.

There are large green belts throughout the community, all the lots are at least an acre and a half, and it is a dark sky community – no street lights and the houses have minimal or no outside lighting.

In the past, people have seen them, coaxed them into their cars, and called us (yes, our dogs are tagged!)

But this was late on Memorial Day and NOBODY was out. Every time Mark or I saw another car, it was us.

I didn’t really expect to spot the culprits, but I wanted to make sure they were not on the busier paved roads where they could get hit by a car, if there were any cars.

By one o’clock. we decided I should stay home in case they found their own way home, and Mark would keep driving.

I was so worried.

By 2 o’clock, I started worrying about Mark too.

But just as he was giving up and making his way home, he got a call. Thank heavens there was one young man who stayed out late, and he had the dogs in his car.

Chevy is a heavy panter and heavy panting was the first thing Mark heard when he answered the phone, followed by “I think I have your dogs”. Oh happy heart!

And when man and two dogs came in the front door at 2:15, I could not have been happier. . . or madder!

But you can’t scold or they won’t come back next time. so dirty looks have to get the message across.

Needless to say, I was way past being able to do a blog post.

I know the dog thing is a lame excuse, but I’m going for it anyway (grin).

I have no excuse for yesterday except a van full of flowers to plant – the first day of no rain since I got back from Durango.

10 thoughts on “The Dogs Ate My Homework . . .

  1. Bonnie

    I know how you felt!!! It is so frightening when they escape. Heart starts pounding. So many hazards ‘out there’ and they are so innocent. It’s a big, fun, game to them! My little Yorkie shot out of my door so fast and ran across the busy street before one of the school kids (waiting for their bus) caught her and held her for me. It took all day for my heart to settle down. I Hate when they pull stunts like that. I am verrry careful with my animals but freedom beckons… and they find a way eventually. I could feel your fear…….

  2. jessica Post author

    Well put, Bonnie. I sat there and wondered how parents whose child goes missing EVER live through it. I never could for sure.

  3. Izzy (deb) cleary from AZ

    A most entertaining post. Life is never dull with our animal children. I adopted my son Quin in 1980 when he was a chick and I’ve got enough bird antic stories for a lifetime. He’s an Amazon orange wing and very intelligent. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I’ll attach an incident that happened in, hmmm, 1984 when he was a youngster. He’s gotten cagier since then. I keep thinking adopting a dog would be easier, that is until I read your post. I’m weighing running after dogs versus climbing a tree, chewed wood paneling off the wall, eating the grout between the tiles, chewed floor boards…. I dunno….

  4. Jeanne from Austin

    Sure gave me a chuckle—although at your expense! Reminds me of the story of the shoplifting husky. Remember that? You can Google it. And it’s on Youtube. There must be something about huskies….

  5. Christine Newman-Aumiller

    I know just how you feel. My escape artist left her chain and collar behind before I got the fence put in. Fortunately, the neighbors love Sugar and keep a close eye out for her and since then, she hasn’t figured out how to escape!

  6. MarionE, Australia

    I’ve always wanted to be able to use that excuse!! (Never can, of course – no dogs.)

    From my point of view at least, and speaking as a (retired) teacher, you are fully forgiven and exonerated, Jessica. Thanks for a great story.

  7. Julianne Claybon

    I was curious if you ever considered changing the page layout of your blog? Its very well written; I love what youve got to say. But maybe you could a little more in the way of content so people could connect with it better. Youve got an awful lot of text for only having one or two pictures. Maybe you could space it out better?

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