Danny Escapes

FREEDOM! At long last, I was free for a short while yesterday.

Every morning, I take Andrew for a walk and when we return, he ties my leash to the dock. I have no problem with that; I’ve got my bowl of water and the leash is twenty feet long. I just love sitting outside in the cool of the morning.

To thank me for taking him for his walk, Andrew gives me a turkey slice (yummy, yummy, my favorite!). As an extra bonus, I get to bark at Duke and Little Guy, the two dogs who live across the water on the other side of the marina. Can you believe this? Every morning they have the effrontery to come out of their boat and take their humans for a walk. In my marina!

Now on to The Great Escape.

The routine is this: After our walk, I’ll sit on the dock until I’m good and ready to go in. Then I’ll give my one-bark command. Andrew will come out and unclip me from the leash. I then proceed to the back of the boat and go down the gangplank. It works for us. However, this particular morning I had another idea. You see, on the way back to the boat, I had detected an enticing scent. It was some sort of human food. But Andrew would not let me get near it. And the day I can’t outsmart Andrew is the day I’ll turn in my membership card to the canine race.

What I did differently this morning was to smile at him when he unclipped me and then I laid down on the dock. I put my chin on my front paws; I looked sooo cute. It gets him every time. It looked like I wasn’t going anywhere, so Andrew told me he’d give me five more minutes but then I would have to come inside. His big mistake was in not re-attaching the leash. As soon as the hatch closed, I was outta there!

I headed right for the scent I had discovered earlier. What I found was scrumptious. I don’t know what it was, but it was delicious. Then I thought, as long as I was out and about, I might as well do a little exploring. First, I would go and visit my friend Beth. She always has a kind word for me, rubs my head, and best of all, she gives me a goodie. She must not have been on her boat because she did not respond to my single bark asking her what was up. So, next, I trotted a few boats up the dock to call on Lloyd. His treats aren’t as good as Beth’s, but he’s a good guy. He wasn’t home either. This was getting ridiculous! Where’s a dog supposed to cadge a free treat? Then it hit me … Dave and Peggy’s. They live with Duke and Little Guy, so if I can let those two curs live in my marina, the least their humans could do is feed me. Maybe if I looked real cute and sad, I could con them into giving me something special.

No dice, no one home. Then I heard it, the Voice of Doom … “DANNY! DANNY!” It was Andrew calling me. I don’t know why he does that. I have never—in the entirety of our acquaintance—responded in any way, shape, or manner to his calling me.

I saw him before he saw me and I ducked behind a car. I let him pass, still calling my name. Then I headed in the opposite direction. But I should have stayed hidden. Andrew turned, saw me, and yelled in a very loud voice, “STAY!”

I don’t know what came over me, but for the first time in my life, I obeyed him. It must have been something in his voice. I think he was a little angry with me. I was re-leashed before I knew it.

Well, that’s the story of my career as an escapee. Andrew was a little ticked off, but I still got half a turkey slice when we got home. What a sucker he is.

14 thoughts on “Danny Escapes

  1. Danny was quite the character and treat-lover. I had two Dannys once at home. Spent a lot of time chasing after them when they got away (the littlest one figured out how to unlatch the door from the pool area where they stayed most days).

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