Thursday, December 04, 2008

black and white bulldog

a few weeks ago one of our neighbors called.

"susan, we have a little black and white bulldog on our back porch."

i'm thinking, we don't have a bulldog so why are you calling me. i quickly do a lookaround and notice bosco is nowhere in sight. "hmmm. i think it may be bosco. i don't see him at the moment."

"well he's scratching at the door, should i let him in?"

"that would be great, i'll be over there shortly."

i walk over, knock on the door, and apologize for the inconvenience. i look up and see bosco just trotting around their loft like he owns the place. he hears me and comes running.

"don't you guys have an electric fence?"

"yes, but we haven't been putting their collars on since they know their boundaries. i guess bosco will have to start wearing his again."

i scoop bosco and we head back home. i put his collar back on and let him out again. he starts running for the high weeds and plows through them towards the neighbors house again. what the heck! i call him and he actually listens and comes back. he's really testing his limits and both of us can't figure out why he waits til the cold winter months to do so. he's usually a wimp when it comes to being outside when it's the slightest bit chilly.

well the other day he's down by the creek bed and this morning he's way past the end of our driveway. yeah, the battery is not working in his collar. also, when we were in jamaica, jerome installed a doggie door for bosco and marley. thought we'd give them some free reign but bosco's put the squash on that. i hope that battery comes soon.


Angela V. said...

lol, a little black and white bulldog! thats pretty funny!

PutzFrau said...

lol, how do you mistake a boston terrier for a bulldog??

Maybe a bulldog with a serious eating disorder.

Super Blogger Girl! said...

At least she didn't think he was masstif or a dalmatian. our neighbors on both side both have Grey cats like Rick James, they are constantly taking care, feeding and letting him in and out of their houses by accident, despite his huge spike collar and gold name tag. Oh well, at least I don't have to feed him as much.

'Cuz I Felt Like It! said...

We had a "black and white bulldog" that did the same thing over and over and over, but when he'd get out there was no way in hell he was gonna let you get him until he was good and ready. Oh the hours we spent waiting for that dog to get tired!