I’ll admit – I’m a helicopter “parent”. I’m fiercely protective of my little pup and my little pup is fiercely adventurous. Before we moved to Virginia he was used to a life of roaming free on the acres of land that surrounded our house…and while he’s adjusted just fine to the leash lifestyle, he still longs to break free.
|Front porch sitting…|
My Mom is convinced that he can be happy relaxing in the sun on the front porch – but I know better than that. I know his spirit is wild and he wants nothing more than to get off the porch and investigate life. We tested my Mom’s theory yesterday…
|Creeping closer to the front of the porch – under the guise of smelling the plants.|
|Mere steps from the edge…|
After about ten minutes – I was proven right. I’d been going back and forth, back and forth…you know, hovering – like a helicopter. Sure enough, I returned to peer our the door and he was gone! I ran out in the yard yelling his name and after FOUR calls, he came racing around from the backyard…quite pleased with himself.