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Today, like I'm sure many of you were, our household was fairly busy with people doing various things on their time off. Well, today, the back door was opened and shut a lot as we escorted trash from our projects to our garbage cans. We don't have a gated backyard. Once you're out there, you can keep on walking until you hit the country border.
I was all the way upstairs with my parents when I heard my siblings screech up: "The back door was left open--we can't find Fluffy!" The three of us fly downstairs, me shouting for Fluffy and my parents mumbling something about him being tagged and how dogs in the country always find their way back home (we live right by a major road... him coming back is the least of my worries...).
I get downstairs, and it's true--the door was wide open. I scan the area, calling for Fluffy. I spot him. He's over at a neighbor's fence probably about 50-60 feet away, sniffing it, and I feel a small amount of relief, but am doubting if he will come or not. "Fluffy, CO--"
Misty darts out. I reach to grab her. "MISTY, SIT!"
She sat. I grab her collar. She's disgruntled and glares at me for daring to stop her from chasing the squirrel in the distance.
I try again. "FLUFFY, COME HERE!"
Fluffy pops his head up from the fence, looks at me, and darts over with an 'oh, you want me?' look on his face. I scoop both him and Misty off of the ground and go back inside to have a mild heart attack and screech into oblivion.
And that's why you work on tool-less emergency recall.
I was all the way upstairs with my parents when I heard my siblings screech up: "The back door was left open--we can't find Fluffy!" The three of us fly downstairs, me shouting for Fluffy and my parents mumbling something about him being tagged and how dogs in the country always find their way back home (we live right by a major road... him coming back is the least of my worries...).
I get downstairs, and it's true--the door was wide open. I scan the area, calling for Fluffy. I spot him. He's over at a neighbor's fence probably about 50-60 feet away, sniffing it, and I feel a small amount of relief, but am doubting if he will come or not. "Fluffy, CO--"
Misty darts out. I reach to grab her. "MISTY, SIT!"
She sat. I grab her collar. She's disgruntled and glares at me for daring to stop her from chasing the squirrel in the distance.
I try again. "FLUFFY, COME HERE!"
Fluffy pops his head up from the fence, looks at me, and darts over with an 'oh, you want me?' look on his face. I scoop both him and Misty off of the ground and go back inside to have a mild heart attack and screech into oblivion.
And that's why you work on tool-less emergency recall.