Bad dog for sale: FREE!

Seriously. Okay, not really, but Gromit is determined to win bad dog of the year award this week.
It started innocently enough, out on our morning walk as usual. And we're all minding our own business. And out pops this bulldog from someone's front yard. Bailey (Elizabeth's great dane) is being the best dog she can be to ignore this rogue dog, and it sort of works, except that the dog is barking and growling, and so all 4 of our dogs are getting edgy. I parked Gavin's stroller on the sidewalk, and try to lure the dog back to her front yard.

A little girl runs out crying for the dog to come back to her, and with her coming out,  another dog escapes...a lab this time. Gromit freaks out and jerks his leash and gentle leader off and takes off, running (no need to mention, I suppose, that whippets can run almost 40 mph easily...) Back story: Gromit was jumped (okay they were friendly but there were 4 of them so it scared him) by some dogs a few months ago on a walk and he's just not too keen to make friends on walks if the other dog isn't on a leash. So he was panicking and took off. Leaving me to hand Wallace over to Elizabeth (just like yesterday) and me to chase Gromit down.

I thank God everyday that we live on base, which brings with it many conveniences. The one I'm always most thankful for with Gromit is that the entire base is surrounded by a security fence. It took a few minutes to get him to chill out and come back to me, and thankfully it was only 8:30 or so, so not much traffic. Then when I caught him, put his leash/gentle leader back on I pretty much threatened his life if he tried to run away again.

It's a good thing that Gromit is the one that decides to escape, he at least cares enough about us to want to come back to us. Wallace is always looking to improve his situation, if that means escaping from us...he's cool with it. He was forever opening the door in our apartment in Texas and running off. (Thank you God again for living in a gated complex!) And yes, I did say that he could open the door- he'd get on his hind legs and flip the door handle up and be off. *sigh*

So after our walk, luckily Grom was tired enough to not complain about being crated while I ran to the commissary. I was going to eat lunch with my parents this afternoon, but Dad's still working out in the yard, so now I think we're just going to hit the pool around 2:30. It's perfect weather, 90+ degrees and sunny. I'd love it if going to the pool meant that I could lay out, or swim laps in the cool refreshing water. Instead I'll be fending off the kids whose parents just don't pay attention to them and therefore race around the wading pool they're too big to be in, and trying to keep Gavin from thinking he can crawl in the wading pool. Should be such a fun afternoon!!!