Dog gone

I put Ivan out for a while tonight. The park doesn't want people leaving their dogs chained up all the time (they get paranoid and vicious that way) so they have a time limit. After a few minutes to do his business, I went to the door and tried to call him over.

Remember, this is at about 6 p.m. It's dark and Ivan is a black lab. And he knows I can't see him, so he's fond of not coming when I call him. Don't tell me animals don't have a sense of humor. He's also fold of getting his leash wrapped around the pile of cinder blocks they are going to use under the mobile home they're putting in next week.

So, I get my shoes on and go look for him. And he ain't there.

Crap. He's gone and slipped out of the crappy collar my nephew bought for him and gone a' wanderin.'

So I get in my car and start looking and I see the miserable mutt right around the corner, within earshot.

So, I great the dog like a long lost brother. I make it clear I'm glad to see him and love him and get him in the house, where I give him not one, not two, but THREE Milk Bones. I wanted to strangle him, I was so worried.

*sigh*

So, he's laying low now. I don't think my act worked.