|It's a wild, wild world when I'm going at full tilt.|
It happened like this: my all-too-generous cousins offered to take me for a walk, the rain having stopped and myself no longer in danger of melting. Unfamiliar with my restraining apparatus, they chose the simple collar and leash approach. I hid my glee, pretending not to notice their error.
Once we were underway, I wasted no time. I unveiled my Houdini impression, slipped the surly bonds of my collar/leash combo, and took off. I visited the Airedale down the street (she, poor thing, never ventures out of her fenced area) and investigated some choice scents emanating from a side yard. It was there, armed with treats proffered to them by a kind neighbor, that my cousins captured me.
That's what they think. It would have been awfully beastly of me to let them head home, hound-less. They would have felt terribly guilty. Not something I would worry about, but as I did detect a drop of rain, the call of my dry, warm, man cave was irresistible.