This morning, Schooner made a break for freedom when Choppy and I came home from our walk. After darting out the front door when I opened it to go inside, he ran down the front porch, heading directly for the end of the porch. Normally, this is where he stops, being unable to figure out how to jump the 18 inches from the porch to the ground. Today, though, he clearly had a plan because when he got to the end of the porch, he immediately jumped off. Freed from his previous fear of jumping, he promptly ran under the porch he had just abandoned, where he could be out of the pesky reach of us people (though not Choppy, who frequently crawls under the porch and had taken a keen interested in Schooner’s bid for freedom).
Everything seemed to be going according to plan for Schooner, until he seemed to realize it was much colder outside than he had anticipated. Shortly after crawling under the porch, he reemerged, jumped back on the porch and headed straight for the door to go back inside, where the temperature is always a pleasant 72 degrees Fahrenheit.
Date: February 7, 2017
Length: 1.3 Miles
Who: Sarah & Choppy