Runaway Rosie Leads Jake Astray
(The Great Escapes)
My Rosie is a little part Chow, and who knows what else, who adopted me when I visited an animal shelter several years ago. I soon found out that she was a real escape artist, which probably was the reason she was in the shelter in the first place.
One day soon after that I had several contractors coming and going in my house. Suddenly I realized that Rosie was amongst the missing. I searched all through the house and yelling �Here Rosie, where are you Rosie?� After about an hour she still hadn�t answered me nor had she appeared. With my remarkable powers of deduction I decided that she must have slipped out the door with one of the workmen.
I searched throughout the neighborhood for three hours with no luck. However, since I was screaming �Here Rosie, Rosie, Rosie!� I did attract quite a few curious neighbors. Finally, I opened a walk-in closet door that I had closed about six hours earlier and guess what? There sat that little devil Rosie just laughing and patiently, quietly waiting for me to find her!
After a couple of years I decided that Rosie needed a pal to play with while I was out trying to learn how to play golf (never did learn), so we went and found Jake, a little bitty Golden Retriever. Well, it weren�t no time at all till Rosie figured out how to open a gate and she took off whilst I was having a junk sale (garage sale to you ladies.) Little Jake just came running up to me in the garage and sat down, but Rosie took off like a bullet and I thought I would never see her again. Since it was no fun at all for Rosie when I didn�t come running after her, she came back in a few minutes with a disgusted look and barked one time at me. (That is Rosie talk for �I want in the house!� Two barks is, �Get up and let me out!�)
One day when I had just finished getting some letters ready to be mailed, the postman dropped some junk in my mail box. I ran to the door to give my mail to him and guess what? Yep, Rosie darted out of the door and took off like greased lightening. The brave postman tried to grab her but she just laughed at him and went trotting down a busy street! I got in my car and followed her as she went all around the neighborhood evading everyone who tried to catch her. She finally darted in between two houses and disappeared. Well, after about an hour she came back home, barked one time, and I obediently let her come back inside.
The last great escape occurred when my faithful yardman, who had always before closed and locked the gate, left it wide open when he left. I let Rosie and Jake out and after about an hour I realized that Rosie had not barked to get back in. That was when I discovered the open gate. I also discovered that there were no dogs in my yard!
After two hours of frantically searching the area, I called my daughter. She came over and within 15 minutes had found Jake visiting with a lady out in her front yard about a mile away. Rosie was already long gone after snapping at the lady who had tried to detain her. Ole Jake and I were still hugging each other about an hour later when Rosie came prancing up the street. I ran and opened the door to let her in and that fool dog took off again! I was plum tuckered out from dog chasing so I just waved bye bye to her and wished her good luck.
About this time Jake started standing first on one leg and then the other, which meant he needed to go outside. We (he is afraid to go out by himself) had no sooner got out there when Rosie came trotting down the alley. I ran to the back gate to let her in, but she just laughed at me and kept right on going. Jake barked at her several times. I have learned some dog talk so I knew what he was saying. �Rosie, have you gone nuts?�
Well, about 15 minutes later, Rosie came up to the front door and did her usual �one-bark.� Jake and I decided to punish her for being a runaway so we waited till she barked again and then let her in. Now we three are together again�� I think.
Rosie, where are you?
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