Originally Posted by
ryanmcfly
Yesterday while walking my dogs on their double leash, I had a borderline heart attack. I was picking up one of the dogs shits, while I could feel them trying to play on the leash behind me. Then the leash was much lighter. I look back and my dog Greg Poochiato (yes, after Greg from Dillinger Escape Plan) is hauling ass with his stubby legs away from me. I threw the shit bag towards the trash can and tried to run him near our little dog park at our apartments. He then decided to just take off sprinting across the busy street. I went after him and eventually wrangled him and got him home. During this whole time, my wife was doing the dishes and her phone was on silent with no vibrate. I was so furious. It's wild because my sister in laws dog took off and went missing literally two days ago, and was found the next day. I honestly can't imagine the anxiety I would feel if either of my dogs went missing.