Beltane Summer Moon
While Kate and I investigated green options for our new home, our dogs got out. In the rain they explored the neighborhood, discovering, somewhere (could be on our property) something really smelly. Perhaps dead. A neighbor corralled them and brought them home, so we were notified of their wanderings by phone and their discovery by smell.
Rigel, chief escapist and (literally) dogged hunter, is the smelly one. Whatever she got, it was rank. They all slept late this morning, tired out from an exhausting day of freedom.
These guys differ from our other packs in that they typically leave, then come to the front door to be let in. Our Wolfhounds, if liberated, took full advantage. At one point several years ago, back when the dog feeding stalls were in full use, all five of our Wolfhounds escaped and were discovered by a dog lover over 2 miles from home. She called the vet and got our phone number. Turns out she was the mother of a patient of Kate’s.
I feel like I have a Ph.D. in dog containment, but this just goes to show that even the experts can exceed their knowledge base. Shouldn’t have left them outside so long. Convicts have all day every day to decide their escape strategies. As long as we let them in on a regular basis, this pack won’t escape, but if left in the rain for too long. Well…
