Yesterday, I was performing a long overdue clean of my car in the car park in front of my house. Murphy was playing in the garden, which is enclosed. He is forever barking, and at one stage when I switched off the vacuum cleaner, it was ever so quiet. I was quite please that he had found something to amuse himself with, and stopped barking.
I carried on with my cleaning, only to hear the sound of silence once again when I turned the hoover off. I though to myself that he must be digging or chewing, as that is the only time he keeps quiet in the garden.
I continued hoovering............truth be told, the next minute I see a little black head pop into the car next to me, panting like he's just run the Durban July......
Upon investigation, I found he had somehow managed to bend open the chicken wire my dad had put up to secure the garden. I reckon this has been a "project" or "escape plan" he has been working on for a few weeks, as the hole was rather large. Something like the canine version of the Shawshank Redemption. The only thing he still had to do was cover the hole with a photo of Lassie!
He must have been out and about for 10-15 minutes, but the prodical son returned, just like that time in South Africa, only slightly sooner this time. (Thanks Murphs)
Bless you Murphy - you're a true Legend!
3 comments:
Dankie tog die angs van die vorige keer is ons die keer gespaar. Ouma se stoute/slim kleinhond.
Home is where the heart is and it seems Murphy sure knows where home is. Thanks Murphy for comming home, your "Mom" Tania loves you with all her heart.
He must have had the time of his life, both at that moment of breaking out and that 10-15min of freedom.
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