So, those of you who know me know that I scare easily. The other day, (Sunday morning to be exact) I was on a walk with Mom and Andy and I saw something (who knows what?!) and fought my way out of my collar. I started to run down Illinois and then on to 58th St. Mom was freaking out, not as bad as when Andy gets away because he runs in the streets and I do not, but still.
She tricked me though. She kept trying to catch me and I kept running away. Finally, she said "Okay Nicholas, see you later!" and started home with Andy. I thought she was going to leave me!
Andy was a wreck, howling and probably waking up the whole neighborhood! So I ran back to them. Mom told me I was bad for running away but I was a good boy for coming back. Looks like I need a harness, huh?
Scouter-Roo on Apr 01 at 09:57 PM