Roxy made a break for it this morning as John was leaving for work. He was cleaning ice from his windshield, and I was just closing the door when she slipped out and headed across the yard. John dropped everything to chase her, and I grabbed my shoes and her leash and followed. I got outside and found John standing at the top of the hill, looking down the cross street. When I got there, Roxy was looking at us from most of the way down the block, wagging her tail slowly. I called her and she started to come to me, but got distracted by who knows what. I jingled the leash, her ears perked up, and she took off towards me, sliding on the ice on the sidewalk. I met her halfway, got the leash on her, and took her home. Apparently, the joys of a walk trump freedom. Or she’s stupid. You decide.
She was so happy to be on the leash that I went home, got Riley, and took them both for a walk. After I put socks on. Walking in snow and ice in old mesh running shoes without socks is not so much fun. Why wasn’t I wearing socks? Well, I was in a hurry and my shoes were on the steps. Who knows how far away Roxy would have been if I’d taken the time to go upstairs and get socks, too. Every second counts, people!