When a dog gets away it's a mad rush of adrenaline in the brain. One could in that weak moment let a curse word slip but only after he crosses the threshold of his pen leaving me holding his food. And I could see it in his run. He'd made it. He'd made it. He was free.
Until that 8 year old dog whisperer forced him with only her attention to lay down and wait for her.
Today I am grateful to have help handling the chores.
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