My weekender neighbors S&L came up Thursday evening. I didn’t know it, but found out Friday morning when Ghost disappeared. On or around any weekend he’s likely to do that, and I generally know where to go to find him.
L usually doesn’t mind going along with the joke, which he’s pulled every chance since he was quite young. Ghost was once part of a larger pack, and never got used to being subservient to the (much) bigger, older dogs. So he used to head-fake them to keep them from following, and vanish to the Wonderful Place With Sausage. By the time the older dogs had died off and he was Head Dog, the pattern was set.
I was invited to dinner on Saturday, at which time he was ready to come home again. But Sunday morning I had to go back to chainsaw some junipers for S&L. The boys came with, and Ghost made it clear he would return home with me only under compulsion. So he spent another night, and they dropped him off before leaving for the city this morning.
That’s also become part of the routine, and Ghost loves his routine. Once he’s out of their pickup he wants to trot on back to the Lair, and gets impatient with me if I linger to chat.
So now he’s in his favorite place in the kneehole of the Secret Lair’s little desk Control Center of Evil, and all is well with his world. He doesn’t go away because he doesn’t like it here. He just does it because he likes it there better.
Your just jealous because you don’t have a Wonderful Place with Sausage to go to for a break. Some days wish I had one myself.