I took our allergy dog on a road trip to see his super duper veterinary team in Camden yesterday. On a short pit stop he was bouncing around BEGGING and pleading to be let off the lead.
He can hear frogs. He just can’t see the frogs. It was enough to drive him out of his furry little brain.
So while you may think I am protecting his privacy with this shot, I’m not. He just couldn’t turn away from the lure of a boggy, MUDDY pond filled with squirmy, deliciously wriggly frogs. If I got between him and the frogs he bounded around me.
So his pleas of “I’ll be good” fell on deaf ears. I so know he would be gone like a bat out of hell and if I got him back he would be a stinking bog-monster. Don’t feel sorry for him, just don’t.
Still, getting up at 5 am did have some benefits. Here’s a pretty sunrise. Aw.