Monday, July 16, 2012
Until recently, Chloe had been off her leash outdoors a grand total of one time. Because she used that opportunity to take a flying leap from my parents' deck, she has remained tethered to either Shawn or me ever since. (Walking back from the gym on Saturday, we watched in horror as a pug dashed into busy 5th Avenue. The dog, miraculously, bounced off a sanitation truck's wheels and back toward the sidewalk, unharmed. The whole incident confirmed that you really can't be too careful.) Our landlords generously granted access to their fenced-in backyard while they were out of town, so Chloe was allowed to roam free under our watchful eye for the first time in ages.
As you can see, Chloe's hound instincts took over (though fortunately they weren't too strong: when a stunned squirrel fell into the flower bed, she was more perplexed than anything).