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BOOKER ESCAPES

Yesterday, it was walk time and so I was looking for Booker.

Not in the dining room, not in the living room, not in the guest room which he sometimes considers his own, not in his bed in our room. Not in the house.

I go outside. Not in the east yard, not in the south yard, not in the north yard, arrrghhh!

The gardeners, a new crew, the same outfit, left the back back gate open.

I didn't panic too much.

I heard a faint bark. How far can he be?

I went in the house and turned the corner at the kitchen and there was a louder bark.

Booker was at the front door wanting to come in.

He had gone around the wall, up the lane and into the driveway.

John says that once he got a certain distance he figured it was easier to go to the front. He also had to hear me calling his name.

Now, while this is a bit unsettling, the fact is that this is a good thing.

Since he has been here we have had the admonition from rescue about rescue dogs bolting. They don't know where they are going so much, just there. So we have that drilled into our brains.

Now, he has demonstrated that he is not going to go anywhere. This is home. He knows his way around the wall and he knows how to get us to come to the door and open it.

A relief.

Not that I want the bastards to let the gate open but this is going to happen again sometime. We can rest assured that after 5 months with us, Booker is home. This is it. And he knows it. So do we.

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