Runaway

Our dog Tucker likes to run. And run. So, he has been destined to a life on a leash, and he still gets to run (and chase Bella), but it is in a 32 foot diameter circle.

Yesterday, we went on a nice afternoon walk and when we got back home, Tucker decided to play the tackle Bella game, but she doesn't have the same restrictive 32 feet, and she knows just how far she has to be in order to escape Tucker's nip. He is a very strong dog, however, and he managed to tug his leash right out of my hands (remember, I have a 20 pound baby I'm carrying, plus a broken toe...). I figured he'd be tired enough to not keep running, but all of a sudden, his eyes flickered recognition of the fact that he was, in fact, free, and he took off like a bullet, trailing that extendable leash behind him.

Off I trudge after him, but it was such a beautiful afternoon and the colors were so vivid, Timothy and I stopped at the house first to get the camera. As we start out in the direction Tucker had fled, feet sopping wet in the grass, we took our time to take some lovely shots. As we got closer to where Tucker had landed, we started to hear a lonely bark, saying "help me, I'm stuck!" Really, that's what it sounded like. And indeed he was. Bella found him first which gave him some relief, because he is so old now, he couldn't hear me calling him, nor did he see us coming until we were right there.

Timothy and Bellla thought it was great fun. Actually, so did I!