Too bad that Odie is 12 years old and fixed … he got an opportunity to sow some wild oats last night.
We took a drive to the drug store and the Dairy Queen (gotta keep our figures up :-) and got home about 8 I think. As is customary, when we get home and open the door, Odie jumps up and runs out to greet us. That’s one thing I so love about our RV … open the door and a doggie pops out!
He’s usually right at our heels as we climb up the steps and enter the RV. We just assumed he was. At 1:30 in the morning, when I got up with something on my mind that I need to work out at the computer, I heard a sound that I thought was Odie. When I looked for him, he wasn’t there. I heard the sound again, and again I couldn’t find Odie. I finally opened the door … and a doggie popped IN! OMG – we left him outside half the night! He’s so quiet! You’d think he would have barked to get in at some point in time.
hmmm – or maybe he was having too much fun? He’s not talking.