Hooper gave us the scare of our lives today. Geoff was coming in the front door with his hands full, and Hooper slipped out. I had been warned of this, so I ran out after him. Without my shoes on. I called him and called him, but he just kept going. I chased him through three yards as he cut through the neighborhood. I have mentioned that because of my previous foot surgeries, I can't run. Well, I did a pretty good imitation today, out of sheer terror.
Hooper kept running, all the way to the entrance to our subdivision, then crossed the road in front of oncoming cars. At this point, I was screamed his name at the top of my lungs.
I chased him about half a mile down Rt. 48, in my bare feet, before he cut into some woods I couldn't get into.
I went back for the car, and spent another hour combing the surrounding neighborhoods.
After coming back to the house, I sent Geoff and the girls on their way (swimming) and went downstairs to do some work to get my mind off of Hooper. Awhile later, Nellie began to bark and whine and I dashed upstairs and looked out the front window. There was Hooper on the front porch.
He was gone for three hours. But he came back. Now, we have a leash hanging at the front door, so this doesn't happen again.
Lynne commented today that I have a big, soft gooey center.
I like to think of myself as a geode. A rough outer texture, with something inside that might be valuable. But I appreciate the comment, nonetheless.
Will-Yums for today:
Lorelei has bestowed on herself a new name and profession:
"Lazy, the Purple Fairy, Guardian of Baby Penguins". No idea where the "lazy" part came from, but it's cute anyway, huh? Also, Isabelle and I were out back, and she said that she was going to run all the way around the yard. She said, "I am going to start at the prairie, then go past the caterpillar garden, then past the host plant...." and on and on she went.
Host plant...she meant the yarrow growing through the fence. Now, I ask ya, what five-year old says, "Host plant"?