Winston (a.k.a. Winnie) has slowly settled into our family lifestyle. Don't get me wrong. He'll still bolt out the door and zig-zag across the street at the first opportunity - but now he'll let me pick him up after about 2-3 minutes of freedom.
Today, he wandered right into a neighbors house.
Don't worry. I knew the neighbor. But it is a silly conversation to have...
Me - Excuse me. I hate to bother you, but I think my dog ran into your house.
Neighbor - !?!?!?!?
Me - Oops, sure enough. I see him in your backyard.
The funny part is that this neighbor told Winnie to visit any time, and that he'll have treats for him next time. Doesn't he understand that I'm trying to CURB this behavior - not encourage it?
Oh well, better that than a neighbor who calls 9-1-1 in fear for their LIVES!
I guess I could always show the police this picture to demonstrate the ferocity of this newly acquired pet.