This morning I was walking our big German Shepherd. At over 100 pounds, he's quite a beast. (And he's only 14 months old!)
A construction worker saw us and said, "I hope that leash doesn't break!" Apparently, he was concerned about having an extremely large German Shepherd jumping on him.
Fast forward to this afternoon. The dog was staring at a reflection on the grass. (Remember the psycho dog story? Well, he's still doing it.) I figured I didn't have to babysit him. The gates were closed and he was busy. Wrong.
A short while later the phone rang.
My husband answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Yeah. Are you missing a big German Shepherd?"
Uh oh. Yep. He did it again. That gosh darn dog figured out how to unlatch the gate. He had escaped into another neighborhood.
Now here's the funny part of the story. Remember the construction worker? Well, guess what? He was the guy who had our dog by the collar. Can you believe it? What are the chances of that?
So we dragged the beast home, and bannished him to his crate.
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