Storm sitting in a chair

 

When I tell this story, you are not going to believe a word of it. You are going to think I am lying and pulling your leg.

It starts like this. Storm the dog made an escape out of the house. I am not sure how he managed it this time. He might have finessed his way through the side door by pushing the little ones out of the way. Someone might have foolishly opened the front door.

Outside he ran. Across the street. Into a neighbor’s yard. I quickly grabbed a few treats and the leash, then ran after him. He went around one yard, through another, backed around when I did not remember this neighbor has a fence.

I dodged through the yard and behind the house then came out on the other side. I did not see the dog anywhere. The next house has an RV parked in the driveway. I moved to the sidewalk looking but seeing no black animals anywhere. I did not even see the black squirrels that are becoming more abundant in our neighborhood.

That is when a whoosh of dog suddenly flew by. Yep, it was my black dog. He had decided to wait for me and scare me by running as close as possible to my legs. Can a dog make plans like this? Or was it a spur of the moment decison? Whatever it was, it caught me off-guard.

With a look of triumph, he went back and shot out like a bullet one more time. But now I was ready. 

I quickly took one of those treats and held it out. Wild dog was suddenly replaced by the dog who loves his milkbones. He looked at me with a little hunger.  And when I said ‘sit,’ there he was with the butt down.

Licketey-split, I threw the choke-chain around his neck. I gave him his treat. We started walking down the street but he knew there were more treats in my hand and kept looking back at me. So I gave him another.  We got back inside – putting the house on lock down – and the last treat in my pocket was tossed up for the dog to catch.

He did it like a champ.