I dashed out the door, raced down the driveway, and made a quick left. Oh, man—freedom! My feet shredded the concrete. I’ll bet if you clocked me, I’d have been going twenty miles an hour. My ears flapped high on top of my head. I did look back, once, but then kept going.
FEMALE PEEP: “Charlie Bear. Come back here.”
I didn’t listen. She raced after me. I saw a wall coming up. Darn it, I was in a cul-de-sac. I made a u-turn, crossed the street and flew up the sidewalk on that side.
FEMALE PEEP: “Come here, Charlie, come here.”
At this point I can see she’s frantic. It rained that morning and the streets were wet. She had on little footie socks (the kind I love to play with when they’re not on her feet), and they were soaking wet. Still, she ran after me. I raced toward her, tail held high, and at the last second darted around her outstretched arms. Now I was back at the opening to the dead-end street and at the cross street that often held traffic. The kind of traffic where you could see a big ‘ole truck go screaming by or a teenager who thinks they’re a race car driver barreling down like he’s late for some important date.
FEMALE PEEP: “Charlie Bear, NO! Not into the street.”
I didn’t look both ways, but I bet she did. What I saw instead was a pretty lady standing just outside her front door directly across that busy street. I heard my peep say, “Call him to you, please.” And that nice lady put her arms out wide and said, “Come here, Charlie Bear, come here.” Well, you can’t turn down some lovin’, so I ran right up to her. She grabbed me, of course, but at that point I didn’t mind. Then female peep caught up.
FEMALE PEEP: “Thank you so much. Thank God no cars were coming.”
She hugged me tight to her chest and walked me home, both our hearts beating wildly. When she set me down inside the foyer, I scrambled off to the kitchen for a drink of water. I heard her say to some of her friends who were visiting (that open door was how I snuck out), that she promised not to let that happen again and that it scared her. Well, it scared me too a little bit. I promised myself not to do that again because it was here, in this nice, warm home, that I felt safe and protected.
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NOTE: If you want to catch up with what happened in LBA (Life Before Adoption), you can look under “Charlie Chat” on the right. All the posts are there, and these new ones about LAA (Life After Adoption) will be there too. Watch for more of Something to Chew On by me, Charlie Bear, in the weeks ahead.
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17 thoughts on ““Something to Chew On” Charlie Bear with LAA #16”
Nice subject great exececution on your site
I have a little training trick for all your peeps to try: If your dog ever pulls a Charlie and is running free and out of control, don’t chase. Instead, run away from you dog doing the silly, happy dance. High pitched and fun sounding “Hey Pookie! It’s a party Pookie noises. All whilst running away. If you are making yourself and what you are doing sound fantastic, there is a good chance that your Pookie will want to investigate it and turn to follow you. At some point in this ridiculous routine, I will plop to the grass and start rolling and twisting while making the party noises. This is when my Pookie (50 pounds of him) would jump on my chest and VOILA! Gotch Ya! Fortunately, Rowdy now comes when I say “Here” provided that I sound like fun and not irratated. It only took four years.
Sara (Foster Mom),
My female peep wants to answer you on this one. She says she’s going to try really hard to remember to stay calm, then do the drop and roll. She said that she bets she’ll have to do it sometime because she knows me and knows I’m a rascal. Now how does she figure that? Guess I’ve shown her my true side. She wants to say thanks for the great advice and good luck on training Rowdy in Nose Control….oh, she just told me it’s Canine Nosework! Go Rowdy!
Charlie Bear, you are one lucky boy. Hope you learned your lesson. And how luck you are that your female peep went after you and knew what to do. You can get plenty of hugs from the strangers who visit your peeps, so stay home and wait. You’ll see, it’ll be great.
I know now what a lucky boy I am. I could have been killed by a car out there! You are so right — there are people who come here and give me lovin’ and there are people I meet out there in the world when the peeps take me out on my leash that also give me loving’. There’s no reason for me to go racing with the wind to try to find it. I guess we could say, just like Dorothy did…..There’s no place like home!
Litlte Woofy Barks,
Oh yeah; Charlie Bear, thats the way i like to do too, but i don’t do like you, see how fast i can go, i always wait til they catch up with me and when they bend over to pick me up i scoot right out of their grip again, and run for another piece and do it all over again. I grin & they holler; come back here, Beaugie, i’ll give you a treat if you come to me, them knowing i’m not interested in eating then for i spied Lucy a pretty little Toy Terrior down a little piecee & her little peep was walking her. It was my chance to see if i could get close enough to see if she would let me kiss & love on her some for i did not know that i was not to be able to love her in the way that dogs do, but found it out quickly, as when i got close enough to her to smell her, her little peep grabbed me by my tail to catch me and that is as far as i could get. My peep gave me a good talking to and shut me up in the bathroom for an hour. I do have one on you as no big trucks or fast cars get on my street although some jack legs think they are going to a fire or something else that requires them to get there in a hurry, but my peep & others get that nipped in the bud for awhile. I’ll say Charlie B let us try to make a deal & make it work that we will tone our play down and learn to get calmed down before our peeps get together and decide to send us to ‘Obedience School’ again. Deal?!!
Be Good, Charlie Bear,
Oh, no! Not obedience school! I’ll take that deal. Let’s work on calming down and being better at not running off. If you do it, I’ll do it! I’ll let you in on a secret about the girl thing. I came home from the groomers, and I guess I had the scent of a woman on my mind, so I jumped up on the sofa and took both the throw pillows down to the floor. They’re like a foot across and big for me, but I did it. Then I started to…well….get down on each one. Really digging into it. My peeps thought it was hilarious, but I was seriously intent on a little action. And with a pillow! Anyway, after a while of nothing happening (I’ve been fixed of course), I stopped and just had a long pee. They didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. Yikes! Female peep threw them in the wash machine and then the dryer and good thing they came out okay. Whew.
Beaugie, let’s stay good (well, as good as we can!).
I read the story to Miss Molly and Miss Dolly. They sure seem to be relieved when the story came out all right.
Miss Molly and Miss Dolly,
I guess I’d have to say “don’t try this at home!” Every dog should be content with what we have, right? For me, I was testing the waters of the “outside.” I know better now. I like it just fine in here.
Hug your female peep, Nancy.
Wow, Charlie Bear! What a scare for the female peep! I remember when I was new to my owner’s office and I pulled something like that.
I was outside with my female peep who was taking care of me, and I darted toward the back porch. She thought I was going to run up onto the porch, because my owner was in the kitchen, but I didn’t. I ran right past the porch and headed for the front lawn (that had no fence and was right on a main road).
When she realized that I had passed by the porch, she started yelling for me. My owner ran out the front door to look, but didn’t see me. Right when I was about to run into the street, I heard a loud, “Lucy stop!” I skidded to a halt on the blacktop. “Lucy come!” was what I heard the lady exclaim next. With head dropped I slunk back to her.
I don’t remember why I was running toward the road, but I think I might have been chasing a butterfly. I like chasing things.
I’m so glad that I didn’t get hurt and my female peep was too! I never go past the porch anymore. I know better now. And I hope that you realize it is never as fun to run when you are in danger of getting hurt.
The Lovely Lucy
You are so right. I did scare the dickens out of female peep. Good thing you know “stop” and “come” — I think I know those words, but not well enough yet. Working on it! Glad you are okay. Our peeps have our best interests at heart, it’s just sometimes I think I know better.
Woofs to you,
Charlie Bear, I would be sick to death if anything happened to you. My furbrother, Skippy ran away a few weeks back, but he knows better. He’s been living here at our house for about 8 yrs., the big dummy. He ran to the neighbor’s house where there are hunting dogs in a cage in the yard. My lady was furious with Skippy. She got in the car and drove up the lane after Skippy. Now he has to be on a long rope when he goes outside. The rope is tied to the porch. But me? I’m cool. I don’t need a rope. That’s because I’m old and too tired to run anywhere but to bed.
Be careful, Charlie Bear. Don’t go wandering again. Roads are dangerous!
Love, Honey Bunny
That darn Skippy. Now he has to have the rope on. I have to have a rope on too when we’re in unfamiliar territory or when peeps want to let me run freely but still reel me back in. I do plan on staying off of all roads. They have too many big things with tires on them.
Woofs and wiggles to you,
An open door in an invitation for escape and freedom from the confines of the home. Although we have indoor pets, there is always the probability that they will bolt out the front (or back) door to find a new environment. I need to find items that will keep my fur kids from boredom which is why they want to be in the outdoors. Cars are very unforgiving when they could rush out into their paths. Glad Charlie Bear was rescued (again!). I know he has a guardian angel looking over him (besides you, of course).
Thank you for the insight into why I probably want to run out into the wild. Yup, you’re right. It’s to find something new and exciting. But I realized I have everything I need right here and I promise not to do that again (at least I hope I don’t do it again!).
I do love my female peep angel. She does protect me.
I call that a lucky unlucky. And, progress. He let a “stranger” catch him w/o repercussions. Brilliant! Progress!
A lucky unlucky is right, Foster Mom! I love strangers now. I love their attention when they pet me, so I wiggle and whimper for their love. Didn’t know what I was missing before!
Hugs to you,