For a few days we have been watching our neighbors dog. He is crafty and the first morning he eloped and hid out along Antelope Creek a few hundred feet to our north. The search was on. We couldn’t lose him. His owners were in the hospital with a medical emergency and we were responsible to keep him safe.
We searched for hours and discovered new hideouts and trails along the creek that we would have never found if we weren’t looking for Mr. Crafty. I’ll leave his name out of it so he won’t feel guilty if he ever sees this post. But he gave us the slip several times as we spotted him but were unable to catch up to him. Mind you, he is short one leg so you would think we would have little trouble catching him. Nope. He might even be faster sans leg.
Finally, I spotted him under a tree in the dark shade on the backside of the dam and we rallied the troops to corner him in like we were sheep dogs and he was the sheep. I’m pretty sure he bought he was the sheep dog, and we were dummer than sheep. But finally, it worked, and we got his leash in our hands and all things under control. He acted like everything was fine. Mr. Crafty.
We’re getting along with him pretty well, hopefully he got that out of his system. Something tells me he might try to surprise us again, but for now, we are all getting along.