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Oh Where, Oh Where...
Sep. 25th, 2016 02:09 pmAs of today, I have been officially Warned about letting my dogs get out. It was Gracie, not Buster, who got me in trouble.
A couple of hours ago, I was sitting sky-clad in my apartment, having just showered, when I heard shouting outside. Something about a dog? I glanced out the nearest window and, sure enough, Buster was loose. I grabbed my bathrobe, hurried to the front door - which was standing open - grabbed a leash and went outside. There was a woman trying unsuccessfully to corral Buster, but as soon as he saw me he ran to me. I thanked the woman and took Buster inside.
I couldn't find Gracie. I checked all of her hidey-holes, in the house and in the back yard; no trace. The bathrobe was too hot, so I pulled on some pants and went outside to search for her. I quartered the area to the point of blisters, then went back home. I dried off the sweat, put on shoes, socks, a new pair of underwear, and the pants and went out for another sweep. No luck. I resigned myself to waiting for a call from Animal Control or the shelter, and sat down to compose an LJ post on the subject. As I was doing so, a police van pulled up, and there was a knock on my door. Gracie was in the van.
The officer was very polite and efficient, getting my information and verifying that I'd never been cited for letting my dogs loose before. He let me off with a warning; next time, a $25 fine and a citation....
I know what happened. If the front door isn't locked, sometimes it doesn't latch, and it can blow open. When I brought the computer into the house yesterday, I forgot to lock the door, and - hours later - the dogs got their opportunity. I will be more careful about that, now that I have been Warned.
Grmph.
A couple of hours ago, I was sitting sky-clad in my apartment, having just showered, when I heard shouting outside. Something about a dog? I glanced out the nearest window and, sure enough, Buster was loose. I grabbed my bathrobe, hurried to the front door - which was standing open - grabbed a leash and went outside. There was a woman trying unsuccessfully to corral Buster, but as soon as he saw me he ran to me. I thanked the woman and took Buster inside.
I couldn't find Gracie. I checked all of her hidey-holes, in the house and in the back yard; no trace. The bathrobe was too hot, so I pulled on some pants and went outside to search for her. I quartered the area to the point of blisters, then went back home. I dried off the sweat, put on shoes, socks, a new pair of underwear, and the pants and went out for another sweep. No luck. I resigned myself to waiting for a call from Animal Control or the shelter, and sat down to compose an LJ post on the subject. As I was doing so, a police van pulled up, and there was a knock on my door. Gracie was in the van.
The officer was very polite and efficient, getting my information and verifying that I'd never been cited for letting my dogs loose before. He let me off with a warning; next time, a $25 fine and a citation....
I know what happened. If the front door isn't locked, sometimes it doesn't latch, and it can blow open. When I brought the computer into the house yesterday, I forgot to lock the door, and - hours later - the dogs got their opportunity. I will be more careful about that, now that I have been Warned.
Grmph.
