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stoutfellowI'm pretty close to out of pantry staples, but it was too hot to go grocery shopping today, so I sent out for pizza. The delivery arrived a bit sooner than I'd expected; I was in the middle of cleaning up one of Gracie's messes when the doorbell rang.
I was flustered when I answered, and Gracie managed to slip past me out the door. Gracie being Gracie, I didn't see this as a problem; she was more interested in the delivery man than in running off. As he and I fumbled with food and money, Gracie danced around us - and Buster bolted past. I grabbed the leash, told the delivery man to leave the food on the doorstep, threw him a twenty and told him to keep the change. Then I took off after Buster.
Gracie followed me - I had forgotten to put her back inside. But catching Buster was urgent, so I told her to stay with me and called for Buster. She did - for about twenty feet; then she turned around and headed for home. I had to wave back a passing car while she crossed the street. (Fortunately, the driver was paying attention.) I couldn't see Buster anywhere, so I decided (dither! dither!) to get Gracie back inside before continuing the pursuit. She trotted up to the porch; I opened the door to shoo her inside, but she didn't move, so I stepped past her into the house. As she started to follow, there was what seemed like a sudden flash of white: Buster, rocketing past her and back home.
Given how pushmi-pullyu I was acting, it's a good thing he had the sense to come home. Usually his escapes scare me; this one just leaves me shaking my head and chuckling ruefully.
I was flustered when I answered, and Gracie managed to slip past me out the door. Gracie being Gracie, I didn't see this as a problem; she was more interested in the delivery man than in running off. As he and I fumbled with food and money, Gracie danced around us - and Buster bolted past. I grabbed the leash, told the delivery man to leave the food on the doorstep, threw him a twenty and told him to keep the change. Then I took off after Buster.
Gracie followed me - I had forgotten to put her back inside. But catching Buster was urgent, so I told her to stay with me and called for Buster. She did - for about twenty feet; then she turned around and headed for home. I had to wave back a passing car while she crossed the street. (Fortunately, the driver was paying attention.) I couldn't see Buster anywhere, so I decided (dither! dither!) to get Gracie back inside before continuing the pursuit. She trotted up to the porch; I opened the door to shoo her inside, but she didn't move, so I stepped past her into the house. As she started to follow, there was what seemed like a sudden flash of white: Buster, rocketing past her and back home.
Given how pushmi-pullyu I was acting, it's a good thing he had the sense to come home. Usually his escapes scare me; this one just leaves me shaking my head and chuckling ruefully.
