For the last two weeks we’ve had Connie staying with us. She’s mum and dad’s dog and they were going to leave her home with someone coming into feed her but I told them she could come and stay with us. Last time she spent time with us was about two months after dad had his stroke and was in hospital and rehab.
Connie is quite small and a bit of blocking of escape holes had to happen around the place so she wouldn’t leave. Below you can see her small stature.
My side gate has a gap between the bottom of it and the ground so we’ve had a block of wood filling up the gap. When we walk Monty in the mornings I’d been leaving Connie inside the house but I noticed that she was scratching the door so I decided to stop that.
The other day when we all went for a walk (sorry, Connie was left at home) we’d carefully blocked off the gate and I thought she’d be fine. When we walked back into the driveway, Connie sheepishly snuck out from under the car. She’d managed to escape, but obviously hadn’t gone far – thank goodness. Mum and dad would have understood but I would have hated to tell them that Connie had run away or that Connie ran onto the busy road and was run over.
Despite her little adventure she was a pleasure to have around. She loves sitting on laps so we’d spend some time together on the couch – only when Monty wasn’t looking.
How could you resist this face?