Really Dylan? Is your life that terrible?
This morning I woke up, made coffee and got ready for the long day ahead of me.
When it was time to leave the house, I noticed that as I turned my music off I did not hear the normal shuffle from the dogs scurrying for cover in an attempt to avoid the inevitable: me leaving for the day.
Today was different.
It was awkwardly quiet, which is usually a bad sign.
I went through the house looking for Dylan in all of his favorite hiding spots: Under my bed, next to my roommates door, under my roommates bed, on top of the white couch, under the table by the front door, under the coffee table in the living room and under the kitchen table.
Dylan was no where to be found.
I then became panicked and thought, well maybe the dogs already escorted themselves into the garage. I then walked into the garage only to find it empty.
I opened the garage door to see if the gardeners may have left the back gate open. The gate was closed and locked.
Ahhhh... where is my prince!?
I then went into the backyard in a last attempt to find my son before calling 911.
While I was calling out Dylan 's name, I spotted his sister, Bella, laying in a bush in the corner of the yard with a confused look on her face. (Which isn't out of the ordinary.)
I then see him. Dylan. Vigourously digging under the fence which so happens to connect to the community park, a.k.a. his freedom. His white paws were black and his mouth was full of mud.
As he sees me approaching him, he starts to eat the dirt so that his digging will go quicker.
Dylan was trying to escape. I get closer. He digs and eats faster. He only stops eating and digging because I pick him up.
He looks at me with anger and disappointment.
Really Dylan? Your life is so terrible that you are trying to escape by eating dirt?
Mom's hurt this morning.
I understand that you have seen little snippets of the real world on the 2 walks I have taken you on thus far in your life.
I also understand that your curiosity may have gotten the better of you this morning.
However, I can not accept the fact that you would rather eat dirt by the mouth full than stay living with me.