Dog Gone It

I saw a lively lost puppy running around in our base neighborhood today and it reminded me of something I did years ago when we had a beautiful but fat and irksome husky for a pet.

My neighborhood is all historic homes, with tree-lined sidewalks, so there's a lot of pedestrian traffic. I glanced out my kitchen window one night and noticed two guys running by my house. Okay, I'll admit that I took a second and stopped to look at them. Only to find my dog Yukon running behind them.

My kids were still babies at the time. They were busy eating so I shot out the front door yelling, "Yukon! Yuuuukon!" He was my husband's baby, so I felt some real panic. I'm sure it showed in my voice. The dog turned and looked at me and kept running with the men. That was pretty typical of our dog. But I couldn't go after him and leave the kids in the house alone.

I headed back through the house to peak in the backyard and see how he had gotten out of the fence. Only to find my big, fat, obnoxious dog sitting there, looking at me like I was crazy.

I'm sure he's not the only one who thought I was crazy. I was chasing after someone else's dog!