Tag: Boston Terrier

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.