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Little scamp.
When I was growing up my family had a dog that would leg it as soon as she got a whiff of any sort of animal. We lived in the middle of nowhere so that happened pretty much every day. The problem was that she would run so far away that she'd get lost and it could take hours to get her back as you saw her getting every closer to the motorway.
I'm very glad that Crumpet gets upset if she's more than 10 metres from us. Dogs are so stupid.
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Same experience growing up as well. We had 3 terrier type mongrels and they would always run off. One of them once got out and got herself stuck inside a pipe quite deep underground in a field owned by the Portsmouth water board. Fire engines came out at night and this massive pipe had to get dug up. I can't remember how she got out in the end, I think they cut the pipe. She was covered in mud and very tired.
sorethroat
This evening Dolly and I set out for our regular 5km walk, but she had other plans. She had to eat every plum, blackberry, cherry and fig that she was too quick for me to stop her getting to. And then came the perfect moment to make a break for freedom. As I was busy picking up a very ripe poo, she ran and pulled the lead out of my hand. Away up the track between the fields she went, then through the hedge and into the mint field and away. I walked up the track a little bit calling her. She has zero recall when out. I could just make out a little white flash way across the field. Then a hook a breath remembered the chat with Gavin and Amy, I turned round shouted FUCK YOU DOLLY I’M OFF FOR DINNER! and started to loudly walk back down the track towards the road. A minute or so later Dolly came tearing down after me and stopped long enough for me to grab the lead and give her a treat for coming back.
I know this all sounds a bit undramatic, but last time she got away it was a 2 hour mission to get her back as she ran ever closer to a mainish road. If I’d returned home on my own I’d be packing a bag now, not typing this.
Little bugger!