Wednesday, September 8, 2021

An Atlas in My Living Room

 

Dogs are logical. They know how to be cute, friendly, and safe.

When Sassy follows me home, she likes to check out her favorite sniffing areas. I leave the front door almost shut to get her inside a little faster. I walked over to the kitchen, then heard a commotion. Alaska's little friend, Atlas, was sitting in the living room, looking as cute as can be.

Alaska and Atlas are frequent escapees, and they pick our house as a refuge and safe place for going back home. I said, "OK Sassy, let's get them back home again." The super-sized puppies jumped and raced around as we walked back, stopping to give my hands a lick or a nudge. We got to Scott, where cars like to race, but this was after the morning rush, so it was still and quiet. 

Wise old Sassy walked along as they jumped, bobbed, circled and assumed protection from the inevitable meeting with Mom. I rang their bell, "Animal Control!" Mom opened the door, "Oh Good Grief, not again!" 

I consider it quite an honor for them to wait for me for the half-block trip home. Their fence will be mended soon and their trips will be curtailed.