The last time it happened I vowed it would never happen again. But today it did. Twice.
I don’t know what came over me. After 20 minutes in the car with a very upset dear baby Carter, I guess I just needed some space. So when mom opened the door when we arrived at grandma’s house, I bolted. I was out the door and up the block before mom could even begin scolding me for it. She found me a few minutes later as I was perusing the backyard paradise that I later learned belongs to a rather large German Shepherd named Geoff, And she was not happy. She was out of breath and screaming my name over and over again. I am never sure what all the fuss is about in these situations because I have every intention of returning to my people when I’ve finished exploring. But I digress, and along with her I went.
I got the same disgruntled reaction from both mom and dad when I managed my way out of my collar about three hours later on a walk around the neighborhood. Down the block I went in a gleeful trot, as dad chased after me. I will never understand why people don’t play chase with the same rules as dogs, but that is neither here nor there. The point is I keep forgetting why I shouldn’t do these things. Because every time I do it I think it’s going to be all kind of fun, and I’m always met with nothing but disappointment.
It all got me to thinking what it would be like if we could see what happens before it happens. Like if we could somehow see the aftermath of a decision or life choice before we make it. Would we chose differently? Would we stay the course? Sometimes I think it would help us avoid life’s potholes and make smarter decisions. But I also think sometimes you need to make the mistake to learn from it. It means more that way.
So no, I don’t think I would want to predict the future if I had the chance. Today I will renew my vow to not run away again. Because much like our past has a presence in our future, our future has a presence in our past.
To read about my first escapades on the streets of Port Washington: http://wileyschmidt.com/2013/12/29/keeps-on-giving-2/
Wiley's Wisdom 
I suspect you and Bert have a fair bit in common…
Wiley! That was naughty behavior! I pulled my head out of my collar once, but I was too scared to run, so I stood there till Mom out my collar back on. From then on I have to wear a Martingale collar. There’s no pulling out of that one. No more running, buddy. Be good!
Love and licks,
Cupcake
You do need to realise that your parents are just worried about you when you run away! So please stay with them. I worry too when I read it!
Oh dear, your poor parents. It’s a dangerous world out there for a doggie – vicious uncontrolled dogs, cars, busses, trucks and some very mean people. Please stay close to your parents dear Wiles. I remember once when Cally and I were out for a walk and coming towards us was a lady with her little boy in his baby stroller. He was about one year old and Cally was delighted. She slipped her collar and ran towards them ready to play and lick him to pieces and I roared, “Cally sit!” She stopped dead and sat. Thank goodness we’d taken her to puppy kindergarten 🙂 I’m with Utesmile, we worry when we read things like that xx