My Runaway Neighbor

Ricco lives across the street and likes to roam the neighborhood, much to his humans dismay. They’ve done everything to keep him in, but somehow he gets out and goes visiting.

Today, he got out once again and ended up at a house a block away.  Since Ricco’s humans weren’t home, we dog-sat until his Dad arrived. That was fine with me–I don’t usually have play-dates at my house.

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We did some might fine racing in our little back yard. (Mom said I was smart to have jumped over her butternut squash vine with 5 little babies on it. I guess we’d have been in trouble if we broke it….)

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And you can’t have a good play-date without bitey-face…

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and a little wrestling.

 

 

 

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Let’s do this again!