Sunday, November 28, 2010


It's no secret I'm a dog person. I've wanted one as a pet for as long as I can remember. It wasn't until the year I got married that Honey became my first and only. It actually pains me to think how old she's getting — almost 12 — even though she still leads the way on our 5K loop.

We were on one of our excursions today when we walked past her boyfriend's house — Butch, the 3-year-old Golden and neighborhood nomad.  (Yes, Honey's part cougar). As friendly as Butch is, he's a cautious dog and didn't come running up to us right away. Only after Honey barked did he come our direction. After a requisite scruff and sniff, Honey and I continued on our way and Butch loped home. Seconds later he was back, leash dangling from his smiling jaws. Never have I been so tempted to kidnap someone else's dog. It's one thing to have a dog follow you on a walk; it's quite another to lead it off with its own leash. I shook my head and needlessly explained to Butch that I couldn't. As if he understood, he dropped the leash and followed us home.

As he slipped through our neighbour's garden, heading back to his house, I couldn't help but wish he ours. I'm not sure his family realizes what a special dog they have. I bet they never even noticed he was gone.


  1. mommy that is really funny!! Emma the brave

  2. I wonder if he picked up his leash again on the way home. If not, I'd like to be a fly on the wall when (if) his owners next look for it. Love it that Emma is starting to comment on Mighty Mum's blog. We were thrilled to receive an email from her the other day.

  3. Doggy friends so cute. I miss you guys. Amy chance your heading north for christmas?

  4. I made the mistake of looking at Japanese chin puppy pictures. The only reason I didn't crack was my daughter was next to me listing all the reasons it was a dumb idea...sometimes I wish I'd taught her not to be so honest.