Aw, I am so so sorry Happy.
Ameraucana, or maybe gamefowl because they are so good at avoiding predators.
Be careful of dogs!Aw cool! I ordered a duck harness so I can do the petsmart thing where you take your duck or chicken in there
ATTACK!!!!
Yes.
NO! I WANT YOU TO JOIN!!! I MUST HAVE MISSED YOUR POST!
You must be a peppermint stick.
Alright, so Finley (that's his name), dug a hole under his run (An annoying habit he's started), and ran out into the yard. He sometimes does this, so I went to go and get him. Finley, being the type of dog who never listens, thought this was a game and raced off into my neighbor's yard. I quickly apologized to them, but by this time, he was on my small, neighborhood road and racing up a hill. I called to him, bribed him, ordered him, etc....nothing seemed to work, so I went to the last resort - chase him. By this time, a big dog had noticed Finley and was trying to attack the little guy, so I sprinted up the hill to help him. (Note to self - bad idea). Anyway, the big dog got really mad at me and tried to attack me, but luckily the owner noticed and called him back. By this time, Finley had dashed into another neighbor's yard, then another, and so forth (he once ran into some poor person's garage), and by this time, from both sprinting after him and being in the cold air, my asthma was acting up, so I paused to use my inhaler. That's when Finley dashed towards the busy road. That road has quite a bit of cars on it, and I remember trying to breathe as I tore after him, calling helplessly, "You're going to get yourself killed! Come back!" (yes, I talk to my dog), and then the sweetest lady ever saw my dilemma and offered to help. Finley had now safely dashed across the road and was in another person's yard. We made our way carefully over the road and talked to Finley very sweetly, but he still thought this was a game. He walked towards us like he was going to let us pick him up, but then...he dashed right back onto the road. We started to follow him, but right when me and the lady reached the center of the road, 6 cars rounded a bend. Finley, not knowing cars could squash him, ran straight towards the cars, and the cars, not seeing him, drove right towards him! And then...4 cars came on the other side of the road, leaving me trapped in the middle. They were driving so fast...I was preparing to either die, or to see the dog I knew and loved a crushed, bloody heap. But then, the lady managed to get all the cars to stop in their tracks while I was having my own panic attack. Then she helped me calm down, despite the very loud honking that was filling the air. (none of the cars knew what was going on), and helped me pick up Finley and take him home.
It's strange, really...Finley never had any bad habits, nor was he very hyper when he was little. But now that he's old, he's so hard to manage!
Anyway, there's my very rambly story of "Finley Almost Died Yesterday."
Aw man! That one heck of a ride!Alright, so Finley (that's his name), dug a hole under his run (An annoying habit he's started), and ran out into the yard. He sometimes does this, so I went to go and get him. Finley, being the type of dog who never listens, thought this was a game and raced off into my neighbor's yard. I quickly apologized to them, but by this time, he was on my small, neighborhood road and racing up a hill. I called to him, bribed him, ordered him, etc....nothing seemed to work, so I went to the last resort - chase him. By this time, a big dog had noticed Finley and was trying to attack the little guy, so I sprinted up the hill to help him. (Note to self - bad idea). Anyway, the big dog got really mad at me and tried to attack me, but luckily the owner noticed and called him back. By this time, Finley had dashed into another neighbor's yard, then another, and so forth (he once ran into some poor person's garage), and by this time, from both sprinting after him and being in the cold air, my asthma was acting up, so I paused to use my inhaler. That's when Finley dashed towards the busy road. That road has quite a bit of cars on it, and I remember trying to breathe as I tore after him, calling helplessly, "You're going to get yourself killed! Come back!" (yes, I talk to my dog), and then the sweetest lady ever saw my dilemma and offered to help. Finley had now safely dashed across the road and was in another person's yard. We made our way carefully over the road and talked to Finley very sweetly, but he still thought this was a game. He walked towards us like he was going to let us pick him up, but then...he dashed right back onto the road. We started to follow him, but right when me and the lady reached the center of the road, 6 cars rounded a bend. Finley, not knowing cars could squash him, ran straight towards the cars, and the cars, not seeing him, drove right towards him! And then...4 cars came on the other side of the road, leaving me trapped in the middle. They were driving so fast...I was preparing to either die, or to see the dog I knew and loved a crushed, bloody heap. But then, the lady managed to get all the cars to stop in their tracks while I was having my own panic attack. Then she helped me calm down, despite the very loud honking that was filling the air. (none of the cars knew what was going on), and helped me pick up Finley and take him home.
It's strange, really...Finley never had any bad habits, nor was he very hyper when he was little. But now that he's old, he's so hard to manage!
Anyway, there's my very rambly story of "Finley Almost Died Yesterday."
Don’t question it.
*Sigh* He has a leash...but he's an indoor dog, so he barely goes outside, and when he dug a hole without me around, he was like...FREEDOM!!!!
Get that pupper a leash.
So glad that you're both all right!
I still missed where he got this from.
I said gamefowl weren't my cup of tea.....
Always a dangerous thing to say.
Note: He doesn't like going outside, I don't force him to stay inside. He's especially picky to head outdoors when it's rainy...which, being in Washington, is always.
