
I wasn't going to blog about this because quite frankly I'm embarrassed that I let it happen in the first place.
Yesterday Tate, Kort , Perkins & I were out for a walk. I always let the dogs loose in behind the houses in our neighbourhood. There are numerous walkways & open greenspace & we often walk back there to stay out of the cold wind. Yesterday was the same as any other day. I had taken Tate & Kort off leash & left Perkins on. Kort stopped to do his business & I stopped to pick it up. When I stood up, I couldn't see Tate. So I called, 4 times, nothing. I started to walk back toward the entry to the walkways. When I reached the road Tate was still not in site. I made the decision to go right first...calling & calling, nothing.
The things that go through your mind...I knew he had his collar on with his tags so that made me feel better. I knew he was big & black & hard to miss, so that also made me feel better. I knew he was friendly & would come to anyone & not run away, that made me feel better, & worse.
Eventually after not seeing him, I turned & walked left going back up that side of the street. I still didn't see him & I was really starting to panic a bit. Tate is 8.5 years old & he has NEVER just wandered away, granted he is really good at ignoring me :), but eventually he just follows along after, he never walks away, well, until yesterday that is.
He wasn't up the left side of the street either. I was turning back, thinking of going home & dropping off Perkins & Kort, & coming back out, hoping he wouldn't get hit by a car. Then I see him...coming out from behind a house, big smile on his face, galloping toward me pleased a punch. I said something under my breath like, you bugger! Then waited for him to come to me, I told him he was a smart boy for coming back & gave him a big handful of treats.
What could I do, I couldn't tell him he was bad, he wouldn't have understood why, so I just gave him a huge hug & treats & breathed a sigh of relief.
I won't take my eyes off of him again, lesson well learned!