Saturday, April 26, 2008
Earlier this week as I was trying to leave for work my dog tried to leave with me. He is a large chocolate Labrador named Rusty. A 5 year old male who hates storms. We have had quite a few of those this spring including one just a half hour prior to my attempt to leave the house. He had not calmed back down.
I got out the house fine, but each time I tried to slip through the gate he beat me. I tried three times then I tried a different tack.
Rusty and I often play "hide and seek". I hide and he seeks. So I darted back towards the house while he was still at the gate. I went in the front door, locked it behind myself, and quickly walked to the back door. I heard him come through the dog door of the laundry room as I slipped out the back door. I made it out the back gate as he came back through the dog door.
Now that I was outside the fence I could walk to my car. He runs back around the house and cries, just cries. I got in my car and headed to the surgery center. He sat as the gate and cried.
Poor Rusty just hates storms, but by the time I returned home the weather was calm and so was he. We had ourselves a nice long walk together.