Still Scary

It's not that we don't have the technology to handle a job like this. I don't get it.

This is Kirby playing a game of "Please, please, please do not go-o-o" with Bunny.

We also have feet.

Escape Artist

The other day, I'm a workin' at home. I ordered some yarn a few days ago and I am eager for it to arrive. So when I see our letter carrier go by across the street, I start checking the mail. Every 20 minutes or so. We ended up not getting any mail that day, not even junk, but not for lack of me looking for it. It was a nice day, so I had the back door open, and the sliding glass door, and a bunch of windows, some of which are pretty close to the floor. And I get up from my desk to answer nature's call, and on my way back, I glance to my right as I pass the back door, and who should I see but Yarn Bandit, sitting outside on the deck, looking like he wants to come in.

Thing is, though, I didn't let him out. I have no recollection of how he got out. The screens are all secure, so it doesn't seem like he pushed his way out through a loose screen or a door that wasn't latched. Either I let him out and have no memory of it, or he snuck out while I was checking the mail and I didn't notice. These are not good options. He escaped and I was unaware. I am not a good dog owner. I have failed in my sacred responsibility to keep him safe. I am lucky that he didn't get distracted by a squirrel or cat or chipmunk and run off and get lost or squished by a car.