It was a beautiful morning. Since Mom went to bed early, she got up with the sunrise. I got up with her. The sky was light blue with pretty pink clouds, or so Mom said. The dew was on the grass. Everything was peaceful. Mom had some early morning coffee and gave me a pat.
After Dad had woken up, the sun was already up. The grass was still wet, though, and I danced at the back door to go out. Mom checked the yard and all looked well, so she let me go. However, there was someone or something in the woods, and soon I was rocketing up and down the border.
Dad came out of the house to retrieve me. When I saw him coming, I dashed headfirst through the fence and popped into the woods. Who cares that I’d had a bath yesterday?
Dad quickly gave pursuit. He was dressed in his good clothes because he had a business call this morning. Mom and Jamie ran out in their pajamas. Mom had the leash in her hand. They all three separated and ran after me.
I, however, was deep into the woods after the dog scent that I had picked up. Unfortunately, the dog was big, and a German Shepherd, to boot. Mom crashed through the underbrush and came face-to-face with the big Shepherd. She did not realize he was (thinly) fenced in and she high-tailed it out of there, snagging herself all over with thorns. Mom screamed for Dad to catch me because she was terrified of a dog fight. I wheeled around the other way through the branches and mud and came out after Dad. Jamie was off somewhere else. Mom angrily snapped the leash on me and dragged me back into the house. Jamie met up with us there. He was quite shaken.
Mom and Dad both informed me, in no uncertain terms, that I had been a Bad Dog and that it was a Close One. I guess things have been going well for me lately, and so I was bound to mess it up. Mom says I am not going to be free in the backyard for even one minute now.
I went upstairs and sulked all day. Maybe you can find me amongst the pillows.
Woof! Love, Maggie