I am sad and feel defeated. The toddler opened the front door and the fur toddler has got out and run away. I chased him/ called for him/ tried to entice him back for 2 hours to no avail. I couldn’t follow him in to the thick brush behind our house and to top it off I tripped and almost broke my leg. To make matters worse my escapee is part pittbull and so is not overly loved by some humans. True it is just racism and he really is the sweetest most loving dog ever but it makes me worry about him out there.
I can hear dogs barking around the greater neighborhood, but what I am I supposed to do? The Toddler is now down for her nap and its not like the Fur toddler comes when I call him anyway. argh! so I am left sitting her feeling useless and helpless and like a jerky dog owner. boo!