Saturday morning we got the hounds out first thing in the morning for a walk because as the day heats up, Gloria tends to peter out very quickly. When we got home they had their "basset hound races".
With the dogs all wore out, we had a tree limb to take down in the front yard so we put a gate across part of the driveway so the hounds could lay there in the sun but also see us. (or surprise, surprise, Fred might whine!)
Things were going along quickly and the dogs were being so good. We were sawing up the tree limb when my husband looked over to the neighbors and said "Hey look, a basset!" We're always so excited when we see another basset hound around town. Well, we were pretty excited because I looked back and could only see Gloria, at the same time my husband realized that was our basset Fred! My heart sank and my husband went running to get him. Fred ran off back into the neighbors yard and thankfully my husband got a hold of him. We were so lucky that the neighbors dog had left his giant bone outside, because if it wasn't for that we would probably still be looking for Fred right now. We later found that Fred had squeezed in beside the shed on the driveway and found a hole in the hedges to get through to the neighbors.
We were very lucky this time and we will be making darn sure that never happens again because not only would Fred be lost but so would I!
Yes, Fred had quite an adventure and I sure hope he enjoyed it, 'cause it will be his last!!
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