My dog ran off

[Radar Chief]

That's what I love about my Catahoula, she knows where her home is.
I was in a hurry leaving for work one day and didn’t get the gate latched. When I came home for lunch the gate was swinging in the breeze and my dog was sitting on the back porch, just staring at an open gate. Good dog.

[J Diddy]

Originally Posted by Radar Chief

That's what I love about my Catahoula, she knows where her home is.
I was in a hurry leaving for work one day and didn’t get the gate latched. When I came home for lunch the gate was swinging in the breeze and my dog was sitting on the back porch, just staring at an open gate. Good dog.

I don't know that I can think like a dog but I would be thinking that outside the gate I have to find food, water, and shelter. Inside the gate they are provided for me.

[Radar Chief]

Originally Posted by J Diddy

I don't know that I can think like a dog but I would be thinking that outside the gate I have to find food, water, and shelter. Inside the gate they are provided for me.

Probably helps that she’s a drop off dog. Someone dropped her and her brother off at the city dump, they got turned over to a local charity dog shelter and that’s where we adopted her.

[J Diddy]

Originally Posted by Radar Chief

Probably helps that she’s a drop off dog. Someone dropped her and her brother off at the city dump, they got turned over to a local charity dog shelter and that’s where we adopted her.

Good man.

[DJ's left nut]

Originally Posted by Radar Chief

That's what I love about my Catahoula, she knows where her home is.
I was in a hurry leaving for work one day and didn’t get the gate latched. When I came home for lunch the gate was swinging in the breeze and my dog was sitting on the back porch, just staring at an open gate. Good dog.

I have labradors, one of whom used to be a runner, but he's mellowed quite a bit.

About 5 years ago he and my other lab (the good one) broke out. Patton, being my turnkey labrador, went around to the front door and barked at it so we would let him in. He went out the gate, went to the front door and essentially rang the door bell.

The other one (Rommel), OTOH, took off. It took us hours to find him. A couple years after that, he bolted while I was at work (Patton, of course, stayed in the yard). I rode home on the bike and he came darting out of the woods as I pulled into the driveway. Both of them recognize the sound of the motorcycle so I figure Rommel just decided he was done for the day when he heard the bike.

Nowadays they're both pretty mellow and our puppy (MacArthur) wouldn't go anywhere without Rommel; those two are frick and frack. At Halloween, they'd both stretch their necks out as far as they could when people came to the door for a pat here and there, but they knew they weren't allowed on the stoop.

It sure is nice not having to play goalie anymore. That shit is exhausting.