Today Dave called me to tell me Ike had run away. Our apartment people had been installing and painting new doors. They’ve been doing it since last week and Ike’s been cool with it. Just chills in the apartment while they work.
Today not so much apparently. The maintenance guy called Dave to say that Ike had run out the back door and they couldn’t catch him.
I picked up Dave and we headed home. I dropped Dave off and drove the route Ike and I normally walked. I was thinking that I was sure he’d end up hack home. He’s a smart dog and he hates the rain. But I started to regret that we’d never put a personalized tag on him. He’s microchipped but what if no one checked? And he’s apparently a purebred Iggy, so you could buy TONS of crack from selling him. If I had to drive to Austin this weekend not knowing what happened to him, I’d cry the whole way.
I get a phone call from Dave. Ike was under our covers. He did run away but apparently changed his mind while the maintenance guys were combing the neighborhood and he came back and got under the covers where it was warm and dry.
Just like always.
He just wanted to make u guys miss him a little ;.) …hhahah, did it work? Moments like those help me to realize that sometimes dogs need us as much as we need them ;.)
I feel a little professional shame for your dog on behalf of dogs everywhere–mine used to head out for the territories every time the gate got left open by the meter reader–but I’m very happy that you seem to have a purebred blankethound on your hands. If he ever actually went very far, he’d probably end up in a Bed Bath and Beyond.