Ouch
I woke up today as I do every day between 6:30 and 7:00 am to let my dog outside. He walks out of his little crate house and his tail flaps back and forth and stirs up a din. Then, lately because I’m a haggard piece of crap, I go back to bed for an hour or two.
Today I was haggard and went back to bed for an hour or two and then I woke up and went outside to say hello to Beef again. I walked around the yard and didn’t see him. He wasn’t in his hiding place under the porch. I walked back to the side door and stepped on something sharp. I looked down but there was nothing sticking out of my arch. Then I noticed the yellow jackets flitting around in the grass. Oh lovely. Stung on the bottom of the foot by a bee. Soon after I realized Beef had gotten out of the yard.
I hopped in my truck then got back out and made sure he wasn’t underneath it and then slowly drove down the street and took a left. Luckily he was like 10 houses away sniffing around someone’s door. I pulled over and greeted him happily and he ran over and got in the truck.
All’s well that ends with me not finding him dodging cars on the main road. Go check your fences, folks.
So glad you found him. I sort of knew it was going to end well, but in that short paragraph of wondering, I was a little afraid I was going to wind up in tears!
that is a shitty morning.