A few weeks back, our dog Edith slipped out of the yard, and we were frantic because we couldn’t find her. I had to ditch a crucial meeting, and my husband and I spent ages searching in the downpour. Where did she end up? Waffle House.
The staff said they’d seen her chasing stray cats behind the building and then struggling to get back up the hill. They gave her a pork chop, and someone even put her in a car to warm her up. If she runs off again (which we’re trying to prevent with a new gate kit), I know where to start looking. She’s a handful, but she’s smart.
You might recall Edith from almost six years ago when she chased a possum, got stuck on a cliff, and needed the fire department to save her. She’s nine now, still causing occasional chaos—she’s great most of the time, but when she misbehaves, it’s memorable.
