Escaping

I'm in a time out at the moment.

You see, every time someone opens the front door even the littlest bit, I've gotten into this habit of running outside and taking off for the top of the street. I did it yesterday when Christina answered the door for a neighbor, and again just now when Amy left to catch the school bus. Mom was still in her pajamas, so all of the kids waiting at the bus stop ended up chasing me.

It was so cool.

I tried to outrun them--it was a fun game!--but Amy eventually caught me. In the middle of all of this, the school bus came, so my neighbor Debbie grabbed my collar so that Amy could get her backpack and get on the bus.

Mom was SO not happy with me. By this point, she had gotten on some sweatpants and had my leash. She thanked Debbie and made me do the "walk of shame" back to the house, straight into the crate. She used some words I've never heard before--not sure what they meant, but judging by her tone, they were not exactly terms of endearment.

She's sitting at the kitchen table as I type this, mumbling something about "invisible fences" and "no Snausages for a week."

*gulp*