This is a mugshot of culprit #1 . . .
He 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.
The 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 . . .
A Husky tart who goes by the name of Sky, but is also known as Twisted Sister . . .
At 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.