When good dogs go bad…

Remember this beast? Yeah. He’s back again, causing more trouble than ever. Seems as though Hamish escaped the confines of the back yard. We are never really sure how the escape happens, but the broken board behind the ivy looks suspicious.

I wonder what goes through his little mind when he escapes.

“I’M FREE! I’M FREE! Get me some food STAT! Anything! Cat food, Dog food, gerbil food. Whatever. You got some? I need some! I will look cute and pitiful for you so you feed me!”

But, alas, the escapee always gets caught. Usually by one of my sons while he is running amuck (that’s for you, Mona) at the park a block away. But this time he was caught by a neighbor down the street. He no doubt was nabbed while munching down on some kittie food left on the front porch. The neighbor wrote some signs with their phone number listed at the bottom and hung them in a few strategic places in the neighborhood. We promptly called when we realized the “Found. Beagle.” was no doubt our little troublemaking escape artist. But when we called the number, we were informed that they had taken Hamish to the pound. Then they gave us a reference number.

Doggie jail.

The escapee had been nabbed and turned in.

So I hauled my butt down there to fetch him. I was promptly charged some fees. Then the paperwork was handed to me to sign. As I looked at the pile of paperwork, I stopped. There it was. The heart wrenching evidence that my dog now had a record. And I was there to post bail.

The mug shot.



Hamish is on probation right now. He is not allowed to go in the back yard without adult supervision until the fence is fixed. I have also put him on a diet. His repeated escapes have given him access to more food than he is normally allowed to have. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty surprised that he even fit through the hole in the fence. He is slightly winded going up the stairs.

He is also wearing an ankle-bracelet type of device. It’s called a collar…with a license. The next time he escapes, whoever finds him will know to call us directly.

Probation is one year. But he may be released for good behavior before then. We shall see, though. I suspect the postman might be at his probation hearing.