|My attempt at a "shaming" picture.|
Here's what happened: I turned my back for a second, and left the slider open for the two younger dogs. They came right back in after "doing their business" in the rain. Unbeknownst to me, while I had my attention elsewhere, Hobie went out! I shut the door and went back to bed.
Our ever-resourceful dog decided, after (yes) opening the gate (the gate that I need TWO HANDS to open and close, mind you), that maybe barking like a mad dog from the next door neighbor's yard, in the DARK, just might get my attention. It worked. Thank goodness I recognize his voice! I had no idea he was outside! I thought he was sound asleep in the other room!
To my credit, I ran outside barefoot, sans coat, at dawn, in the middle of a storm, in November, in New England, on an almost holiday, and found him sort of disoriented at the back fence, on the neighbor's side. He had exited from the front fence where the gate remained, wide open. I don't know why he couldn't find his way back, and that really bothers me. I sure learned my lesson, from now on I do a head count no matter what!
Anything for my beloved dawg.
|Hobie: "WTF, mom?!"|