From the time my mom left work to the time she got home, the dog escaped. Yes, the two things I questioned my dad about (a: will that leash hold it? and b: can't that dog jump the fence?) were the two things that went wrong. The dog chewed through the leash and jumped the fence.
Fortunately, my parents live in a friendly area, and by the time my mom called the owners to let them know she lost the dog, someone else had already found it and dropped it off at their house. Wow!
Posted by wendytime at July 23, 2004 11:27 AM | TrackBack