Our lab bolted under the garage door as it opened. In seconds he was heading his usual direction of west, up the street.
“Shit,” I complain, “Forgot to put the dog-door down.”
He and I have had this interaction before. He escapes, I chase and each time I chastise him, explaining why he should not run away or cross the busy street and every time he fails to listen.
So once again, I find myself walking in the direction he ran, calling, “Here Yaeger!”
Damned dog! One day I’m simply gonna pack his bags and set them at the curb.
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