Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Little Runaway

I've always wondered what it would be like to roam free on the other side of the gate.
And then it happened.
I ran right through my mom's legs as she opened the gate to go get the mail.
I made it about 6 feet before we all froze: me, free on the grass; Mom, frozen three steps away from the gate; dad, on the patio with the hose spraying in his hand.
Mom reacted first. She foolishly assumed that my manners would kick in when I escaped and said "Sit, Duncan" and "Come, Duncan."
I laughed, but went no further afield.
Dad, the more practical of my parents, yelled "Hey Duncan, want a treat?"
I beat a hasty return to the patio and was rewarded with a treat.
And a little talking to.
Sign me,
Little D, Escapee