Hubby is the grill master in our house. His trusty sidekick is the pooch. She loves to be with her Dad while he's grilling. Probably because he often takes treats with him to give her while they're outside. So the other evening, he heads out to start the grill and the daog goes with him. They grill on the driveway, which is not fenced in. No problem. She's a good dog and stays either right near him or she wanders into the back yard. You know, in case Mother Nature calls.
So they're outside, doing their thing (I'm guessing as I'm inside preparing the rest of the meal). I had a few minutes to spare so I head outdoors to chat with the husband. Pull up a chair and we're talking. And I haven't seen the dog yet but I'm not thinking anything of it. Outside about 10 minutes and now I'm thinking it's odd that I haven't laid eyes on her. So the conversation goes like this:
Me to husband: Where's the dog?
Husband: In the backyard
Me (yells): Leia?? (no answer) Leia??? (no answer)
Me: Are you sure she's in the backyard?
Husband: Yeah, I can hear her tags clicking together
Me (I don't hear any clicking tags)
Husband, walking into the backyard: Leia?? (no answer)
He looks around the yard. No dog. Now he's starting to look a little panicked and I'm on my feet, hollering for her. He's calling and heading down the driveway toward the street. And then I hear:
Husband: Get over here!!
Me: Where was she?
Husband: In the neighbor's backyard
She's not prone to walk off - ever - but she decided to be daring and go exploring so she knocked a piece of split rail fence down at the neighbors' and was checking out their yard. How did she get past my darling husband who is supposed to keep an eye on her while he's out grilling? Let's just say that someone is obsessed with his iPhone!!
Luckily no harm done and she is just fine but they were both in the doghouse for awhile for giving me a mild heart attack.
1 comment:
Oh thank goodness... that was a scary story!!
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