Ok...I'm typing for Mumsie as she is lying on the sofa with all of her muscles turned to mush. She let us out about 6PM....without our electric collars. Five minutes later...no longer, she opened the garage door and like a good Lakie, I was sitting on the steps with my tail down. (We had just gotten home from the vets...I have a bladder infection, and am feeling under the weather.)
But Scruffy was GONE. Like vanished...like he's never done that before. I know he chased a deer. He knows when his collar is on....(Mumsie said she's going to staple it to his neck after this...) and he just took off. He LOVES to chase cars...Mumsie figured if she found him, he'd be lying on the side of the road, hit. She called our neighbors...one took off in the car, our pet sitter took off on her bike, and the other Lakie in the neighborhood's owner searched on foot. Mumsie walked in circles hysterical. Our 14 year old pet sitter found him in 10 minutes flat wandering the neighborhood behind some houses. There, of course, are very busy roads bordering this neighborhood. But Scruffy could have gotten hit in here just as easily...he runs right at the cars. Isabel tackled him.....and Mumsie brought him home in the car. I frankly think if she hadn't been so glad to see him, she woulda killed him. He's covered in burrs. So is Mumsie. She said we'll see just how much poison ivy is in our woods, probably by Friday when she has it all over her.
How we found him within 15 minutes from when he took off is a miracle. We have great neighbors, and there must be a lota Scruffy love looking out for this foxy wire.
Mumise may never recover. The above jail cell is Scruff's new home for the next decade.