Freedom Run 2008

This morning there was a storm with a ton of wind. Really strong wind. Really strong wind that blew our gate to our big yard open. My sister Baylee the Beagle looked at me and here's the conversation that proceeded:

Baylee (while looking at the open gate, the gate to freedom) - Should we?

Allie - Should we what?

Baylee - Run?

Allie - Run? Are you kidding me? We'll be in so much trouble.

Baylee - But it's a Sunday and our parents are probably still asleep. Remember they go back to sleep after letting us out to pee on weekend mornings.

Allie - Why not? What could it hurt?

Baylee - Well, Daddy tied my leash to this big blue bucket so I couldn't crawl under the gate anymore. Do you think I could drag it?

Allie - Sure, I'll help.

So we took off......into the wild blue yonder....across fields of green grass blowing in the wind. Our puppies ears just a flappin' in the breeze. Ahhhh, the great taste of freedom. We loved it.

One of our friends in the neighborhood told us there was a golf course right next to our house. We took off looking for it. When we found it, we ran and jumped and Baylee kept dragging the bucket behind her. "They'll never catch us.....don't worry about the huge blue bucket dragging behind you Baylee." "We're free.....we're really free this time!"

We ran as far as we could see - it was all open grass and fields. Pure dog heaven.

But....as we came to a street I crawled under this barbed wire fence and Baylee tried, but got stuck by the big huge bucket that she was dragging. "Oh no, you have to squeeze under the fence, Baylee!" "Keep trying."

As I played lookout for cars, I saw a very familiar looking car coming up the street. Uh oh....it was Mommy. She stopped in the middle of the road and dragged me into the car and didn't seem very happy to see me. That's strange - no "Hey pumpkin", no "There's my sweetie". Just a stern, "Get in the back seat and don't move." Then she went over to the fence that my sister was caught on and I saw her step in a mud puddle trying to free Baylee. Not a good thing when your Mom is in her work clothes and is already pretty ticked off at us. She grabbed Baylee and unhooked her leash and left the blue bucket there. Baylee scampered into the backseat next to me. "Foiled again." Drats!