Escaped Dog

Yep.  He did it again.  Our wonderful German Shepherd escaped from our yard.  We had let the varmint out of the house because we wanted to eat our dinner in peace.  (It's rather annoying to be cutting your food while having a wet nose on the end of a black snoot making its way on to your plate.)

Schultz trotted off to do whatever doggies do. 

Usually he stays outside the sliding glass doors barking to be let in, or smudging the window with his nose prints. 

"It's kind of nice not having Schultz bug us while we're eating," I commented.

Then the phone rang.

I answered it.  "Hello?"

"Uh, hi," the voice on the other end said.  "We have Schultz."

Uh oh.  I knew it was too good to be true!

It turns out that one of the neighborhood kids had left our gate open.  Schultz saw it as a great opportunity to go visit his buddy, a golden retriever, a few streets away.

My husband found him, having a wonderful time with his buddy.

That didn't last long.  He was brought home and banished to his crate for the rest of the evening.