Thu 28 Apr 2005
I came home from work today surprised at the silence. Normally Annie alerts everyone in a three kilometer radius of my return. In the kitchen I found one of our jars on the floor with its decorative beads spread all over. Something wasn’t right. The back door was open, too.
In the backyard our landlord, Peter, was watching his grandson play - along with Annie on her leash. How did Annie get out? I was the only one home at the time. It didn’t make sense. I racked my brain but could only conclude that I must have forgotten to bring her in before I left this morning. She was out all day. D’oh!
Peter said she barked for a while when she got her leashed wrapped around a tree mid-afternoon, but otherwise she seemed happy to be outside.
With that mystery solved we started trying to figure out how that jar ended up on the floor. It was out of Annie’s range if she was on her leash all day, so that left only one culprit: Bili, Peter’s cat.
Sure enough, after further examination Bili fessed up. “But what are you going to do about it?” was the cat’s insolent reply. He was right, and I knew it. That will teach me to leave the door open and the dog out all day.
