no, not our house this time.
Yesterday, I took Kimo to poop at Hershey's yard. I let him and brought the flexi-leash, but forgot I took off his collar.
Well, he pooped and I went to get the hose to wash it down. Kimo was off leash since he had no collar to hook it too. Well, he won't wander off far I figured.
After I finished hosing it, it was "where'd he go?"
I think I saw him headed for Kathryn's garage. I went up and didn't see him but uh oh I saw the door open.
Soon enough I heard Kathryn yelling (well not that loud yelling). I went in and sure enough Kimo went in. He was in her bedroom and I stringed the leash over his neck. Sorry about that. Good thing she's a nice lady and didn't make a fuss.
On the way out, we passed Picasso. Picasso arched his back, but Kimo passed by with little or no notice.
[posted 4/9/13 10:48 AM]
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