Part deux of the June 19 adventure finds us back at home after narrowly avoiding death by feline. Here's an artists rendition of the cat shortly after meeting Mini Moose.
So, the rest of the evening was uneventful, played with him a bit and worked on our behavior some (I find he's more willing after a good long walk). It was getting late so I decided to give it a try with him in the bed. In a short time, we achieved a snuggle factor of 9.8.
Jen arrived shortly afterward and, being the heartless soul that she is, kicked him out of bed. Banished, without fanfare to the garage. He's been pretty good but I figured for the peace of the house I'd leave him out there for the evening with a chew bone and the big soft fluffy dog bed.
Next morning I wake up and Jen isn't there. Strange. I go downstairs after a bit and see her in the kitchen cleaning up after feeding the dogs. Doubly strange, she pretty much never gets up in the morning. And there's Mr. Moose just wiggly as ever underfoot. Says she, "I heard something and came downstairs. Guess who was outside the front door scratching like crazy?"
What? How in the world could he have gotten outside??? I knew that the pen wouldn't hold him (he broke out of that in no time) but he pulled a Buck somehow. Except that the window was CLOSED! You're thinking, yeah right it was closed. But it was. Because I was freaked about him getting out I came back downstairs after I put him up and physically closed it. And he was there when I closed it.
The only thing I can think is that maybe the latch didn't close properly. It's either that or Mini Moose has thumbs. The screen is just gone. No idea where it is. I think my Houdini must have seen me close the window and worked it open. No telling how long that took. I'm just glad he didn't run off. That would SUCK! I guess maybe he likes it here. Not to hard to figure out why knowing the little that I do about where he came from.
So we've been doing limited experimentation with him off leash. Don't worry, I'm going to be very very careful. I live in a small subdivision at the end with almost no traffic. There are six houses past mine. Five of the six have dogs. He's still leashed 90% of the time but it might not be a bad idea to get him used to really watching me. And I think I'm going to try to build a vibrating collar. I know I could get one inexpensively but it might be fun to make him one. There's this certain RC helicopter that may never fly again you see...