So, why not tonight?
A squirrel ran by. Murray took off after him. The leash flew out of my hand. I made a mad dash towards the front of the house, dreading the thought that Murray would run across the main road and get smushed :(
Lucky for me...and Murray...the squirrel made a left at Albuquerque and another left at Laguna Beach, and Murray wound up in the back yard staring into some bushes. My neighbor, who had been working on his truck in the driveway, heard something fly by him and then saw the dog and went to capture him. Guess I should stop thinking bad things about him (the neighbor) for how junky he keeps the place, huh?
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