For the last five days, Spring has sprung in full force here in Pittsburgh, coaxed by unseasonably warm days in the high 80s. The rolling-hill view out my office window has popped with purple, white and red set against nearly neon-green grass, blue skies and sunshine. I feel like I’m living on the set of The Wizard of Oz.
And then, not half an hour ago, I looked out to see dark clouds rolling in. In another minute the wind literally howled at our front door. I had to run outside to call in Wilson, and the gale blew so strong my voice couldn’t carry. My clothes and hair were whipping about, and I felt like Dorothy trying to get Toto to the storm cellar. Lucy stood by the door, anxiously watching as I combed our hillside in every direction for her dog-brother. For several minutes I was afraid I wouldn’t find him in time, that he’d be caught stranded in the elements, scared and alone.
Finally, there he came, hightailing it up the hill and into the house, his flattened-back ears betraying his fear. We got inside seconds before the downpour. Ten minutes later the storm passed. But Wilson is still catching his breath under my desk.
Related quandary: Our double-strength dog fence is no match for a bulldog’s determination to roam free.
Great description of an odd weather day, for sure, Julie. Yesterday was beautiful then turned dark and eerie!
As for your Current Quandary, I have always thought the dog confinded by a dog fence simply hasn’t experimented to find that the freedom is worth the shock. I admire his spirit of adventure!