Oh Lord, I have to confess… I did it again. Today. At around 2pm, when nobody was watching. The thing is, as I’m black, they think it’s a shadow disappearing through the front door, and then they forget about it. Of course, sooner or later, they start wondering where I am, they become more and more frantic in their search effort, and finally they’ll realise that I’ve done it again. Ha!
No, I never said I was an angel. The horrible torture device, this electric collar, they sent it away last year because they thought they would never need it for me again. The people where one of my daughters, Lily, lives wanted to try it on Lily. She seems to have inherited the same sudden urge to wander off, just like me.
So now they might ask the collar back. I escaped today, I couldn’t help it. There was some irresistible smell of roasted meat in the air, and I had just to follow my nose. Which led me into areas of my village I had never been before. Kitchen doors were rudely shut at me, nasty people chased me away, and finally, very frustrated, I ended up in a horse stable where I just filled my groaning stomach with dry horse food reminding me of sawdust.
My way home was hard work then, as the horse food started to form a heavy lump inside me. They were not exactly pleased to see me coming back, although I tried my best smile and all my charme.
No hugs and kisses, no relief or treats. I got a very modest dinner (couldn’t have coped with a big one anyway), whereas Mali engulfed a huge bowl of glorious food. Oh well, I’ll retire now to digest. Probably I’ll have to chase them up in the night because of an urgent need… either through my guts, or my throat!
what a dog's life! 
Don’t you hate this when it happens.
We live off a main road here in Brussels and one day I saw a beautiful Border Collie sniffing around. Looks just like Belle I said to myself and then to my horror realised it was Belle. Somehow she had sneaked out.
Yes, I hate it, and I hate Flori when she does it! Can’t concentrate on anything else until she’s back… I once had a dog run over by a car. It’s still one of my worst nightmares.
Uh oh, you done kind of a bad thing! Thank goodness you found your way safely home. I do not think horsie food would be very delicious.
Oh dear oh dear, well the smellof meat would have done it to us to but we are afraid you are in a bit of trouble now!! Maybe you should take the car the next time…just a thought..love A+A
Daisy: Of course I’m not exactly a gourmet like you furry specialist. I eat what’s just available. Maybe it’s not always High Cuisine…
A&A: I’d loved to take the car! I would live in it if they’d let me…
Yes, they’re keeping a tough eye on me at the moment. No chance to escape so far. But then, it’s raining, I prefer being inside and dry!
What a naughty girl you are! But I can understand – with smells like this…
Oh dear … what a scary event that must have been for your owners !
Fortunately for some time this doesn’t happen here at home.