Today is Ozzie’s 2nd anniversary with us. And since he is a rescue dog, we really don’t know how old he is, so this is his
pretend real birthday. Lets just say he is 6. Ok?
Ozzie has been known to pull a Houdini and escape the property. (why he would want to escape 2.5 acres is beyond me.)
And he only comes back when he is thirsty or tired. He won’t come back in the way he escapes, so I don’t really know HOW he is getting out. I have to let him back in via the front gate. On the good side, he never runs out towards the road, he ventures to the woods next to our house.
Many, many times I have said out loud: “I want a three legged dog that can’t run away.”
Yesterday; Me looking out towards the back yard: “If Ozzie gets out again today, I am taking off one of his legs.”
Lindsay: “Why not take off all four? I always wanted a dog in a wheelchair, they look really cool.”
Please don’t call PETA. We won’t really take off his legs.
But don’t tell him that. We are trying to keep him humble.
It’s not working.