I swear I latched the gate when I put Bruno out in his pen to go potty, but when I went back outside to let him back in the house, the gate was hanging wide open, and Bruno was gone. I grabbed the leash and headed directly toward the highway because, of course, he always heads straight for the most dangerous place he can think of.
A cop parked by the highway said, “He ran across the highway, then between those two semis, and headed back toward the gas pumps.” Yep, my little dog was running around a giant, busy truck stop. 😳 I ran circles around the place, looking under rigs and asking if anyone had seen a little dog. But Bruno was nowhere to be seen. I was beginning to worry that someone had picked him up and decided to keep him.
I finally ran back home to get my car so I could get around faster. I drove into the truck stop and headed in the same direction that I’d been told Bruno had taken. If he ran straight back without turning, he might have run down into the field directly behind the truck stop. So, I pulled my car right up to the back of the parking lot and got out to look down into the field, and sure enough, there he was.
I think by this point, Bruno was ready to be found because he stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard his name. I swear, relief was evident on his scrunchy little face as he trotted toward me. The only thing standing between us was a thick asparagus thicket — yes, a thicket of asparagus, of all things! I ended up having to break through the thicket to retrieve my dog, but at least he let me catch him this time.
I’m telling you, my life should be a reality show!
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