Gunther slips his harness.

June 8, 2016 0624

G. was less eager than usual to be up and out of his kennel this morning.  He ran to his water bowl and lapped.  Doesn’t matter.  He had to beat me to the top of the stairs.  I sang to him as we walked around the block.  At the great squirrel tree he slipped his harness and bolted across the street.  Horrors!  Then he ran the other way as though goosed.  Across Third St. he was in the fenced yard, but ran out before I could trap him.  I called and whistled but he ignored me.  Then he was nose-to-nose with a little white toy dog who appeared mildly interested.  Little T.D. was unleashed, but near the open front door of his house.  What if?  What if Gunther runs into a stranger’s house?

I flopped down on the ground, but missed him.  Then, as if by a miracle, I caught G. and snapped the leash on his collar.  I could feel the dark heat from the open door of the bungalow at the top of the porch steps.  Nobody came out and I was quiet.

The rest of the walk around the block, including the morning poop, was uneventful.  I feel guilty because yesterday I ignored him as he stayed in the back yard for up to an hour at a time.  Is that why he ignored me after he slipped his harness?

Me with Gunther