A dog that size is simply ridiculous, but whatcha gonna do?
Roscoe is well trained for a leash, and he goes in his kennel without protest when commanded to do so. Since he lives just across the street, and since he is used to sleeping in his kennel at night, after a late-night run, poop, and watering, we left him home alone overnight. I went home and got him about 6:30 this morning, fed him, and brought him to my house. After he sniffed around all the rooms (tracking his four girls, I imagine), he was content to hang out on the back porch with me, unaware that he could get a running start at a screen and set himself free.
Anyway . . . .
I wasn't paying much attention to him until I heard something rattle behind me. I looked around and saw that he was batting a mousetrap around, with a mouse in it. I'd set that trap on top of a cabinet days ago, after finding mysterious shredded stuff on the cabinet. I don't know whether Roscoe got it down or whether the impact of the trap threw it to the floor. In any case, I took it away from him, disposed of the mouse, and put the trap (unset) back on the cabinet. In the process, I figured out what the shredded stuff was; it was the outer shells of butternut squash seeds, an open package of which I'd left on the cabinet. I guess the mouse shelled them and ate them right there on the cabinet.
After breakfast, The Husband took Roscoe outside to pee, and Roscoe went straight home, loped up on the porch, and stared at the door. The kennel door was open. Roscoe went straight in and laid down.
I guess he'd had enough of us.
It's kinda mutual. ;)
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