It's been windy and stormy here in R.B. all day, and a little scary, too.
Der B and I left the house for just a little while, to do some banking and grocery shopping. When we got back home, we discovered that the front door had blown open, and that all six dogs had run off!
Fortunately, Mikey and Bonnie had seen us drive home, and came running back, with Marty loping after them. I grabbed a few leashes while der B got the threesome into the car.
Peggy showed up at the cul-de-sac at the end of the road. I went into the yard of the house being built there, to see if the other two were back there, but there was no sign of them...so of course, Buster had come running up to the car the moment I was out of sight. But there was no sign of Fletcher, and calling for him wasn't going to do a bit of good.
So der B drove back to the house while I followed him on foot. The best idea seemed to be to get the five we'd caught back into the house, and then hunt for Fletcher, so I got a leash on Peggy and was taking her into the house...
And there was Fletcher, from nowhere as far as we could tell, following Peggy and me inside!
The best we can figure, none of the dogs really want to run away. They love getting out of the house for a run and explore, but they all want to stick close. Still, we're going to be a lot more careful, double-checking whether the front door is shut properly. I mean, we don't think Fletcher has figured out how to open it on his own...yet.