We all have fitness goals for the New Year, but, really, D Man? At 2 o’clock in the morning? Your mapped, pre-dawn wanderings resemble a geometry lesson gone bad. What an adventure you had.
Thank goodness, Patrick ( my son), bought us a GPS tracking device for your collar back in August 2019. We all joked at Christmas that you hadn’t run away since we attached it to your collar. Perhaps we spoke to soon. You tested us, and the system, last night. At least you tested John. I slept through the whole ordeal.
I left you snoozing and John watching Netflix around 11:00 to go read. John let you out for your nightly constitution, not realizing that the backyard gate was ajar. The wind must have blown it open. He was alerted by the Whistle App that you were out of your “safe zone.” Dang! John and I are proud that we have contained a happy hound since July. The Crean mantra is “Where’s Dwight”, which we silently whisper before opening any door or gate. We keep you well exercised with walks and runs with friends. You walk so well and look back often to “make sure of us.” We were just discussing that maybe we could let you off leash on the power line walk and you’d return to us.
You broke our trust last night, Dwight. What a tear you had. Two different neighborhoods, 3.1 miles and lots of zigzagging through yards. Poor John. He drove. He tracked. He ran, he called, he fell in a hole and got wet in the rain. He’s probably been captured on many security cameras throughout the neighborhood. I advised him to shave his beard and go on the lam for a few days.
I am glad I slept through this, Dwight. I worry so, when you run away. I know you’re happy here, but I also know you can’t help yourself when you “smell” an opportunity. Thank God you are safe…again. It’s a New Year, Dwight. Let’s not look back. We’re not going that way. Let’s have new adventures, walks, and discoveries…together. Happy New Year my sweet, sweet pup.