Zoeescapes

Sailor here.

Zoe is here, too. She will be here for 5 weeks! So will Josie the calico cat with the enormous belly. Mom says that Josie will LOSE SOME WEIGHT while she is here. She hopes skinny Zoe will find it. Mom is taking care of them while her daughter and her daughter's new husband are on a wetting trip. I wonder if they will visit any Leos during their holiday -- getting wet is one of the things Leos do best. I know.

Yesterday morning was really fun. At the very end of our walk, Zoe escaped! She rubbed her Halti off on the ivy and zooooom, away she went into a neighbor's backyard. Mom says that luckily Zoe is more interested in chasing squirrels (and cats) than in running, unlike some Siberians who take off and end up miles from home. Mom and I had a great time touring backyards. Well, I had a great time. Mom kept grumbling something about what's wrong with these people, they don't fence their yards and what's up with all this mud! We finally caught up with Zoe and after making me run the other way with her (clever, my Mom), we led Zoe on a chase into a dead end. Zoe's end was pretty dead by this time and she was really panting; my end was just fine. Mom said her end likewise suffered a bit and she is having a little hamstring pain from sprinting after Zoe. A likely story. I saw no ham. I saw no string. Hmmmmph.

Anyway, I thought Zoe was going to get into a lot of trouble, but Mom said GoodDog when she caught her and actually gave her a cookie! I got one too for being such a great help She told me that Zoe's escape was her own fault, not Zoe's, for forgetting to clip Zoe's Halti onto her regular collar. Good thing it was early, she said, and none of the neighbors were awake. She would have been embarrassed to be caught trespassing with a collie and an invisible Siberian. I mean, how else could she explain two leashes?

As if that weren't enough, Zoe is also trying to dig out of our dog run and has made holes through the gravel into the dirt underneath. She is digging in the middle of the run under our dog houses. I tried to tell her, though, that in order to dig out, she has to dig near the fence. Zoe says that I am pretty dense. There is wire mesh that lives under the gravel all around the fenceline and she can't dig through that. She says that she is digging a den under our houses in true Siberian fashion. Every evening, Mom fills in the holes; every morning, Zoe digs them back. I think they will keep each other busy for quite some time. Mom says that digging is something dogs like to do. They do? Yuk. Mud, dirt, muddy dirty feet. She must be nuts.

Sailor a bit vain about his white feet and Zoe a bit vain about absolutely nothing